[ Even without knowing that she's never been kissed before, Claude could guess from Fukawa's behaviour that she doesn't expect affection from others, whether romantic or otherwise. He thinks that they're not so different in that regard, though he's not sure if she realizes it.
But unlike him, she still seems to feel strongly; relationships, people, whether positively or negatively still leave their mark. He wants to be respectful of that. It's a quality he admires.
He's still smiling by the time she's gathered herself, dipping down to meet her when she leans up, pressing their mouths softly together. It's hard not to notice the tension wound up in her body in such close proximity, but Claude, for his part, stays relaxed, even if his heartrate picks up slightly.
The kiss is gentle, warm where their body heat dispels the accursed chill, and Claude doesn't linger for too long, drawing back to peer up at the space above them. ]
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But unlike him, she still seems to feel strongly; relationships, people, whether positively or negatively still leave their mark. He wants to be respectful of that. It's a quality he admires.
He's still smiling by the time she's gathered herself, dipping down to meet her when she leans up, pressing their mouths softly together. It's hard not to notice the tension wound up in her body in such close proximity, but Claude, for his part, stays relaxed, even if his heartrate picks up slightly.
The kiss is gentle, warm where their body heat dispels the accursed chill, and Claude doesn't linger for too long, drawing back to peer up at the space above them. ]
Ah.
[ And his voice is back to normal too! ]
Looks like we've done it.