[Ichigo stands there patiently, her mind wandering a bit as he carefully undresses her and turns her around. This, of course, isn’t the first time he’s undressed her. There have been... too many times to count since they’ve been reunited. (And modern clothing is so much quicker to remove.) But this is the first time he’s undressed her from a kimono... and it somehow feels familiar. Though in the hazy memory she’s recalling, her garments are similar yet different, a different style from a different era.
She’s pulled back to the present when he speaks and she realizes that he’s almost done undressing her. She glances up, that faraway look still visible in her eyes, not quite hearing what he’s just said. He has probably seen this before, this look she has when she’s remembering something and the other her surfaces.
Ichigo (Tenka) reaches up to lightly caress his cheek with a soft smile.]
Mikazuki...
[Then she kisses him, quite eagerly, as if she hasn’t seen him for a long while.]
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She’s pulled back to the present when he speaks and she realizes that he’s almost done undressing her. She glances up, that faraway look still visible in her eyes, not quite hearing what he’s just said. He has probably seen this before, this look she has when she’s remembering something and the other her surfaces.
Ichigo (Tenka) reaches up to lightly caress his cheek with a soft smile.]
Mikazuki...
[Then she kisses him, quite eagerly, as if she hasn’t seen him for a long while.]