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✿— “Somethin’ I can help you with? You wouldn’t happen to be the one here to pick up a wedding dress, would you? If so you are more than welcome to come and try it on before you take it home!”
H a t o r i & M i n e ♥ @minexkuramae ♥ K u r a m a e - A E S T H E T I C
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✿— “Gosh, don’t say that--- you and Ayame just worry too much when I sleep in the shop every once in a while.” More like the past four days. Ayame had finally had enough and shooed her away for the rest of the evening, telling her to go and do something besides work. She peeks her head around to look at the work on his desk, letting her hands play with the buttons of shit shirt before snorting softly and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Of course I did, but I’m only putting it on if you take a break too.”
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⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— Cold hands slipped just behind her calves, the deft fingers methodically coaxing each heel-clad foot to rest on either side of him, on top of each arm-rest. From this position, of course, Hatori had quite the view up the maid’s skirt, but he kept his gaze controlled and focused on those brown hues of hers. The anticipation was more than half the thrill, after all. “Is that so? I would hate disappoint the inquiring minds, but unfortunately, my words are only for you, and you alone.”
✿— The seamstress briefly shudders when his hands first make contact with her skin, making her let out a small squeak in surprise. It always amazed her just how cold his hands could get without absolutely freezing off--- perhaps this was the reason why he was so partial to sticking his hands between her thighs at home to warm them. Mine lowers her gaze just enough to watch what the other is doing, a coy grin on her face as she giggles. Did he think he was being sly? “Is that so? Well then... I’ll simply have to count myself as lucky.” She grins down at the other and leans forward to kiss him, smirking against his lips.
Must be jelly, cos' jam don't shake.
;;I cannot escape this pain
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✿— There’s a soft snore as the seamstress shifts in bed, feeling a soft dip as another joins her. The distinct smell of cigarette smoke tells her who it is without her even having to take a look, still she peeks an eye open and smiles sleepily, scooting closer and wrapping her arms around him as she presses against his back with a soft hum. “What time is it...?”