[ she's listening to his words... but absentmindedly her attention starts to drift and her pulse begins to quicken as the warmth of his fingers slips from her thighs to skim the sensitive underside of her knees and drift further down the slender curve of her deceptively dainty yet surprisingly muscular calves. even though it's outside the material of her track pants it's still a strange feeling for Mordred, who isn't used to being touched or handled quite like this. Ragna's hands are so big they could probably wrap fully around her ankles- or maybe it's just that she's abnormally tiny and his hands are actually normal? it's difficult to tell, especially when she doesn't have much to compare it to.
she pointedly ignores the strange feeling in her gut, forcing herself to arrive at the most likely conclusion: that he'd shifted his grip to keep better hold of her at that particular angle. having had her fill of the flowers the small blonde urges herself to sit back upright, faint traces of heat still lingering in her cheeks. ]
That's uh... [ she clears her throat. ] Must be pretty useful. [ Ragna knows a lot about plants, has big hands, and he can reach the top shelf. noted. ] ... H-Hey, I think, the curse might be gone? [ neither of them have said anything sexual in a minute... so why does she feel so nervous all of a sudden? ]
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she pointedly ignores the strange feeling in her gut, forcing herself to arrive at the most likely conclusion: that he'd shifted his grip to keep better hold of her at that particular angle. having had her fill of the flowers the small blonde urges herself to sit back upright, faint traces of heat still lingering in her cheeks. ]
That's uh... [ she clears her throat. ] Must be pretty useful. [ Ragna knows a lot about plants, has big hands, and he can reach the top shelf. noted. ] ... H-Hey, I think, the curse might be gone? [ neither of them have said anything sexual in a minute... so why does she feel so nervous all of a sudden? ]