[ Bandou's gaze flicks back over to the television where the menu screen for Kiki's Delivery Service has been playing it's short audio clip on loop for quite a while now. The corner of his mouth quirks up while he lets out an awkward, breathy chuckle. ]
I think watching Spirited Away after this one would be pretty on theme. If we wanted to do a Studio Ghibli marathon.
I haven't seen it before. [Which just means it happened after, doesn't it.] Show it to me another movie night?
[Youko shifts over, starting to slot uneasily into the space beside him before changing gears just a little, sitting up on her knees to press a peck to his cheek. Laying out that much of herself, worries going in every which direction as she did, was no fun.]
[ The tiny peck to his cheek is nice, and has his smile fully returning. He can't help leaning in to get a little more than just that. Still simple, still brief. ]
[That, that little kiss in return, did wonders for the anxious energy permeating from Youko. She actually lets herself press into the space next to Bandou, and after a moment, cuddles up against him, letting her head settle against his arm with a smile. Relaxed and ready for a movie.]
[ Settled in, it's finally time for their movie night to properly begin. Bandou relocates the controller, selects play, then sets it aside so he can pull the largest of the blankets over them. ]
I haven't seen this one since I was a kid.
[ Not so subtly, he shifts the arm she's leaning against so he can hold her around her waist and pull her even snugger against his side. ]
Is it 'using it against' you if I just hope you take the other parts in stride?
[There's still the regalia — the sword and gem — and the shirei in her shadow, and Keiki, and a hundred little intricacies that come with being the Imperial Kei. Better to curl up against Bandou and focus on the soft painterly colors Director Miyazaki put into his films rather than think too much more on how he might handle much more from her.
Or just Bandou once he pulls her in tighter. She hooks her bare legs over some bit of his far longer ones — calves, she thinks — and leans heavily into his side. Cozy. Soft.]
Did you want to turn your bike into a flying machine after watching it?
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[Sitting back up, she leans toward him, settling her hands on her knees, head cocked to the right.]
Did I overwhelm you too much or do you want... to know more?
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[ Bandou's gaze flicks back over to the television where the menu screen for Kiki's Delivery Service has been playing it's short audio clip on loop for quite a while now. The corner of his mouth quirks up while he lets out an awkward, breathy chuckle. ]
I think watching Spirited Away after this one would be pretty on theme. If we wanted to do a Studio Ghibli marathon.
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[She follows his sight line to the television and back when he mentions a Studio Ghibli marathon, and —]
Spirited Away?
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[ He reclaims his initial seat among the pillows and beckons her to nestle in next to him. ]
I have it, if you want. Unless that hits too close to home, right now.
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[Youko shifts over, starting to slot uneasily into the space beside him before changing gears just a little, sitting up on her knees to press a peck to his cheek. Laying out that much of herself, worries going in every which direction as she did, was no fun.]
Sorry for... being a lot.
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Apparently I'm into 'a lot'.
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[That, that little kiss in return, did wonders for the anxious energy permeating from Youko. She actually lets herself press into the space next to Bandou, and after a moment, cuddles up against him, letting her head settle against his arm with a smile. Relaxed and ready for a movie.]
Guess I learned your fatal flaw.
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[ Settled in, it's finally time for their movie night to properly begin. Bandou relocates the controller, selects play, then sets it aside so he can pull the largest of the blankets over them. ]
I haven't seen this one since I was a kid.
[ Not so subtly, he shifts the arm she's leaning against so he can hold her around her waist and pull her even snugger against his side. ]
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[There's still the regalia — the sword and gem — and the shirei in her shadow, and Keiki, and a hundred little intricacies that come with being the Imperial Kei. Better to curl up against Bandou and focus on the soft painterly colors Director Miyazaki put into his films rather than think too much more on how he might handle much more from her.
Or just Bandou once he pulls her in tighter. She hooks her bare legs over some bit of his far longer ones — calves, she thinks — and leans heavily into his side. Cozy. Soft.]
Did you want to turn your bike into a flying machine after watching it?