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[And so is another normal day, or at least as normal as one can have it in a place like Blanc. And by normal, we mean that two of our Heroes now are trapped in a situation where they're out and about on their own mission, and find themselves both lost and nearly depleted of mana. At least they managed to find shelter, a neat looking hut that seems long abandoned, because while all the facilities are there and it provided fresh water, there was absolutely no food.

At least Vietnam packed them some.]

Do you want to taste yourself or should I?

[Unfortunately, the cookies themselves have been processed over and over to the point where eating them does nothing to replenish mana. They may have to go out hunting soon for dinner, after they rest a bit.

Still she holds two up, one that looks like him, the other looking like her.]

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[hoasen]

[The mana is a welcome feeling...it's coursing through their bodies now, she's sure of it. And it's revitalising, but the fact is that despite all their talk before, this is real. She's flush against him, skin against skin.

Do all the other boys and girls feel the same way in his presence? Would they feel the same when he runs his hand up their side? It's relaxing, for certain, and she didn't mean to purr the way she did. Actually, that was kind of embarrassing.]

[locktouches]

[Oh.

Niles' hand pauses, almost thoughtfully, before continuing its path along her sides with a low, rumbling chuckle.]

You sound like a cat. A contented cat.

[It's not a bad thing. He can feel the mana growing within his body, so this is obviously having a positive effect. He wants to try touching other part of her - across her stomach, chest and collar bones. Would that increase mana? Weaken it, if it surprises her? It's quite interesting.]

[hoasen]

[Her face just flushes even deeper, though she really can't help but give in to his touch. He may laugh, but it sounds nice...overall this entire experience of feeling the surge of mana and just strangely relaxing was something she didn't expect to enjoy so quickly.]

I-...I didn't purr...

[Yes she did, and she knew it. But already she feels like she needs to exact a bit of vengeance, to let her hand trail down his chest, her nails lightly grazing.]

[locktouches]

Hmmmm. [It's drawn out, and lilted a little. Clearly teasing.] Is that so? What would you call it then?

[He keeps up the trail of his hands along Vietnam's sides, hand only pausing when he feels the gentle scratch of her nails against his chest. If Niles were an honest sort of person, he'd admit that it does feel good, the combination of physical contact and mana transfer. But he's not, so instead he gently pinches at Vietnam's side - not enough to hurt, but enough to break the repetition of the motion.]

Because I'd call it a cat.

[His trails his hand a little higher, brushing fingers against Vietnam's neck.]

[hoasen]

[She's trying hard not to make a noise, but it's growing increasingly difficult to do so, and another escapes her throat as her neck curves to his touch. She's leaning towards it, the mana that comes through, it's almost like an enhancement?

Not to mention she does yelp in surprise at his pinch, which firms up the nails across his chest.]

Are you saying that a cat makes such noise and bares her claws? Then what would you be?