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[sexuallyconfuses]

[ Monday afternoon. they've had enough time to recover from their latest training session -- Haruka's back is just a little sore -- and she supposes she did promise, or at least, allude to being willing to consider it.

so here she is in Michiru's apartment again, still unchanged from her school uniform, bag slung over her shoulder, about to have her portrait painted. she didn't really feel any particular need to do herself up for the occasion, and maybe she should have, but hey-- if Michiru expected that much of her, she should've gone ahead and said it.

Haruka glances around. not uncertain, of course, just unfamiliar with the workings of this whole thing. ]

So, how are we going to do this?

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[elegy]

[ It's nice, having an excuse to see Haruka that wouldn't end with them both bruised and heaving. If held at gunpoint, Michiru would admit that she had been the tiniest bit antsy about this - she had been careful to make sure that the apartment was extra tidy.

She can see the unease in Haruka's stance that she's uncomfortable, and it's hard to keep from smiling at that. ]

If you'd just relax in the window seat over there.

[ Michiru tips her head over to the cushioned seat, a gentle smile on her face. ]

I'd appreciate it.