[ It's nothing he's unable to handle, typically, but his powers are fading on a daily basis; he is no longer under the protection of the Slates, so its influence has began creeping away. It's times like these when he's crushed by the utter reality that, yes, he is human after all.
But he isn't bitter about it. The only bitter is the bitter cold, and he thinks, solemnly, how this could have been prevented. Hah, there is no use trying to control what the weather decides. ]
— Yes, I will be fine, thanks to you. [ Idly his hand clasp over hers, feeling her cold, also. ] Never mind me, it will be beneficial to us both if we —
[ Instead of describing it, he inches closer, bringing his arms around her and pulling her close, respectfully. And then, mutter over her shoulder, he says -- ] Please excuse me.
[Unlike her, someone who is not. But at the same time, it's rather lonely to be left behind all the time, with every human moving on before here.
However, there is Munakata. And she worries more about him than her own condition. Because she can't stand the cold, that is for certain. But it's not like she'll die--
...Or this. This is also a good plan. He's icy to the touch, but she knows that as soon as they keep hold of each other like this, they will warm up. So she wraps her arms tight around his middle.
She hides her face into his shoulder.]
Forgive me also, for going along with your idea, then.
[ It will continue to surprise him that she isn't human. His understanding of what she is remains limited at best, but for all he knows, it comes as no surprise to him that she isn't accustomed to colder weathers. And as it were, he can't wrap his head around the fact that she cannot die. Had she not come to his aid, he very well may have --
The method works; with their bodies pressed together, warmth gradually radiated between the two of them. Where he had been numb, his sense of touch is returning, albeit entirely too slowly for his liking. It isn't as though he is opposed to this kind of contact, it is just. Has he ever known a time where he held a woman in such a way..? ]
Ah -? [ Munakata has to huff a laugh, his shoulders shaking lightly. He places a hand at the back of her head; it's a fond gesture, he realizes, but it reflects his feelings well. ] There is no forgiveness necessary... I feel your warmth already.
[And so he will live to see another day, as it always has been. That she will oversee the survival of humankind. Even though he isn't one of her own, but her brother's. What would Japan say if she abandoned one of his people, though?
But that's something to think about later, as warming up was priority here. He's beginning to move, that is for certain, and all she can do is shiver up against him. He was still too cold to the touch, and it affects her just as badly.
That being said, his words are rather smooth, that she presses her face into his shoulder even more, his hand a comfort. Don't mind her grip onto his shirt.]
I am no good with the cold. S-so whatever warmth I have...it is also because you are sharing it.
[ It's quite something, to be considered one of someone's he's never met. Her brother? Japan and Vietnam are siblings? These are questions that would certainly rise in better circumstances. For now, he only hears their shuddered breathes; doesn't know if the gentle pulses against his ears are his own heart beats or hers.
He closes his eyes, breathing steadily. Her hands feel small against his back, even with the grip -- there's tenderness there, and it makes him smile, despite their disposition. ] Hmph...
[ His sense of feel is certainly returning, but it almost appears as though it's at her expense. ]
Miss, please -- lend me your hands. [ And if she complies, he'll bring his hands forward, too, then guide them to his face, then neck. He is infinitely warmer there, comparatively. ]
[The reason why he hasn't met Japan yet is easily because Japan is a hikikomori and is actually playing with his 2D wives. Don't like Munakata ever find out!
He's beginning to warm up, to her relief, and so she presses closer, thinking this will help. It doesn't matter how she feels, this is what she believes! Until he takes her hands and places them on his face and neck. It's the intimacy of what this kind of touch implies that has her blushing.]
A-ah...this feels warm... [She clears her throat to try fix the situation. Her fingers tingle, so they caress his neck idly.]
[ It's indecent for a man and a woman to be in such a position when they've barely met. Even with that reality in mind, Munakata doesn't stop her when she presses closer, when he knows it's becoming unnecessary. They're both warming up, so is any of this necessary anymore?
It's a fact that remains drilled at the back of his mind, even as a he sees her face redden. Uncertain of its source (is it a blush, or is it due to the chill --? We just don't know), but it makes his lips twist into a small smile regardless. Her touch is as gentle as her person. ]
[Good heavens, the more he talks the more she blushes. It's not just because of their close proximity, but he's got a soft deep voice the speaks so pleasantly, and a calming smile on his face.
And with such words, even a girl can't help but react. She can't really avoid eye contact, though, even when she tries. Her hands still idly touch him, because it's something of a distraction!]
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But he isn't bitter about it. The only bitter is the bitter cold, and he thinks, solemnly, how this could have been prevented. Hah, there is no use trying to control what the weather decides. ]
— Yes, I will be fine, thanks to you. [ Idly his hand clasp over hers, feeling her cold, also. ] Never mind me, it will be beneficial to us both if we —
[ Instead of describing it, he inches closer, bringing his arms around her and pulling her close, respectfully. And then, mutter over her shoulder, he says -- ] Please excuse me.
RUNS INTO YOUR ARMS
However, there is Munakata. And she worries more about him than her own condition. Because she can't stand the cold, that is for certain. But it's not like she'll die--
...Or this. This is also a good plan. He's icy to the touch, but she knows that as soon as they keep hold of each other like this, they will warm up. So she wraps her arms tight around his middle.
She hides her face into his shoulder.]
Forgive me also, for going along with your idea, then.
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The method works; with their bodies pressed together, warmth gradually radiated between the two of them. Where he had been numb, his sense of touch is returning, albeit entirely too slowly for his liking. It isn't as though he is opposed to this kind of contact, it is just. Has he ever known a time where he held a woman in such a way..? ]
Ah -? [ Munakata has to huff a laugh, his shoulders shaking lightly. He places a hand at the back of her head; it's a fond gesture, he realizes, but it reflects his feelings well. ] There is no forgiveness necessary... I feel your warmth already.
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But that's something to think about later, as warming up was priority here. He's beginning to move, that is for certain, and all she can do is shiver up against him. He was still too cold to the touch, and it affects her just as badly.
That being said, his words are rather smooth, that she presses her face into his shoulder even more, his hand a comfort. Don't mind her grip onto his shirt.]
I am no good with the cold. S-so whatever warmth I have...it is also because you are sharing it.
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He closes his eyes, breathing steadily. Her hands feel small against his back, even with the grip -- there's tenderness there, and it makes him smile, despite their disposition. ] Hmph...
[ His sense of feel is certainly returning, but it almost appears as though it's at her expense. ]
Miss, please -- lend me your hands. [ And if she complies, he'll bring his hands forward, too, then guide them to his face, then neck. He is infinitely warmer there, comparatively. ]
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He's beginning to warm up, to her relief, and so she presses closer, thinking this will help. It doesn't matter how she feels, this is what she believes! Until he takes her hands and places them on his face and neck. It's the intimacy of what this kind of touch implies that has her blushing.]
A-ah...this feels warm... [She clears her throat to try fix the situation. Her fingers tingle, so they caress his neck idly.]
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It's a fact that remains drilled at the back of his mind, even as a he sees her face redden. Uncertain of its source (is it a blush, or is it due to the chill --? We just don't know), but it makes his lips twist into a small smile regardless. Her touch is as gentle as her person. ]
That — is a good look on you, miss.
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And with such words, even a girl can't help but react. She can't really avoid eye contact, though, even when she tries. Her hands still idly touch him, because it's something of a distraction!]
Y-you're jesting...
[How could being embarrassing be a good look?]