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[There's a shutter noise, and he moves the phone so he can actually tap to send it to Hurricane, too.]

There. Now I have proof.

What'd you need proof for?

[He ducks his head a little, blush creeping all the way to his ears]

Proof of your cuteness.

[Ruffling his hair.]

[Sticks his tongue out]

Yeah, well - joke's on you. Not I got proof of yours.

You don't exactly need proof of that, do you?

[Sticking his own tongue out!!]

Sure, but what if I want proof?

[Winking.]

If you want pictures of me in cute outfits, all you have to do is ask ♥

And trade me some in return, too.

Wait, like -

Like -

For real?

For real. It's not like I'm running low on cute outfits with the unit's aesthetic, after all.

You'll just have to find equally cute outfits to make the trade ♫

...I'll see what I can do.

-Eh? Really?

Wh-what, you don't really wanna?

Nah, I'm just surprised it worked.

I mean. I mean, if it's weird, it's cool if we don't?

Hey, no backing out now! I expect one cute picture from you for every cute outfit picture I send you.

Well - as long as you're still in...

I'm totally in. I'm looking forward to seeing you in all kinds of cute stuff. Though...

I guess I better appreciate this one while I can, too.

[He pockets his phone, hand slipping around Hurricane's waist to rest tantalizingly on his thigh.]

[He shivers, hard - bites at his lip]

[If the maid dress didn't come with panties, he's probably tenting the skirt already; even if it did, it's not hard to tell he's still pretty wound up, by the way he shifts]

O-oh yeah? You got a plan?

[Izanagi didn't pick out a pair of panties for him, so his need is easily apparent.]

It definitely makes things more accessible.

[He rests his chin on Hurricane's shoulder, one hand remaining by his waist as the other slides under the skirt, tracing a line up his thigh.]

[He shudders hard, at the path Izanagi's fingers take - can't help but lean into it. By all accounts, the aphrodisiac is still having quite the effect,]

Y-yeah. That's -

It does that, for sure.

[He nuzzles at Hurricane's neck, fingers still ghosting over his thigh.]

Should I give you some relief...?

If - if thats cool?

[His voice is a little strained,]

That's a funny thing to say to a maid.

[Pressing a kiss along his neck.]

What do you want me to do, Master?

[Shivers, hard, and leans into it]

...touch me?

[It sounds more like a question than an order,]

Hmm? Master, if you're the one in charge, why are you asking?

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