[oh. Basch bites harder and Olivine can't help but cry out again, sweet and warm and needy. Trying not to melt is taking up almost all of his reason, so much so that he almost doesn't answer the question right away.]
Haah... ah... yes. Most from Klein are—this way.
[what does he want? God, he wants everything. If they just stayed here for the whole night—]
... like this. [cheeks heating up, he presses his lips to the corner of Basch's.] I don't want to wait too much longer.
[certainly not long enough to find their bedrolls and lay one out.]
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Haah... ah... yes. Most from Klein are—this way.
[what does he want? God, he wants everything. If they just stayed here for the whole night—]
... like this. [cheeks heating up, he presses his lips to the corner of Basch's.] I don't want to wait too much longer.
[certainly not long enough to find their bedrolls and lay one out.]