That's /clearly/ fabricated .

Concealed digits, seize the heir's tie, in attempts to draw him forwards. Momentarily, the sleuth's lips, clash against his own. As their heated lip-lock exchanges, her digits tussle up locks of blonde.

Not a *toxic* one, thank you.

“ Eh ?!??!!! I— Oh, Naegi, it's just you .. Hm, what relief. It's been a while, you know? I was ... starting to get worried, I guess. ”

“ ... That's a rather /bold/ assumption, is it not? How are you *so* certain about the fact that I /didn't/ miss you? Because despite the contrary, I missed you, terribly so. Hmph!!!! ” Arms tightly folded atop of her chest. She's...begrudgingly avoiding his gaze.

Tufts of lavender, splay amongst the fabric of the other's suit. Subconsciously inching closer, her lids still. Breathing growing shallow, reduced to a mere sigh. “ ...Mm, you're not gonna hold me? ” .... “I want you to hold me, please. You're radiating warmth."

... ? ( grabby hands )

( ... oops. slowly motioning towards his coffee. sip, please ??? )

( lips nudged alongside of the rim of the cup, she exhales. lashes heavily plummeting downwards, kyoko hums. ) .. naegi ? is ... the first option still at all possible ?

i will come back from the dead for you.

... that. that was the point ...

You don't need it. Especially not from him. Don't fret about it.

.

.. makoto ...

meg.⠀ I need to blow dust off of this account because I miss my wife, tails... 😔😔

.. mm , not particularly . i apologize for gawking with no apparent reason, makoto . i suppose that i was simply lost in deep thought , for once . i know that sounds rather ... elementary , especially coming from me but — let's not dwell upon it , alright ? ( 💧 * )