[his cheeks grow rosy now despite his fear, leaning against miai slowly and closing his eyes. mm. like this... he can pretend miai's are that pretty grey, that they're sharing warmth in the chill of fall, and curls a little more. yeah, it's fine. it's okay. miai's even giving him the pick of it, offering to spoil him, and he tucks away worse fantasies he can't bear to share with someone older than him. they're too indulgent, even by rosetis's standards.]

Demons... no, um... Vampires do it at the neck, right..? Th-That's fine, just let me...

[undo the ribbon of his fanciful outfit, the red fluttering between his fingers, and then the buttons down. he lets his hands linger at the middle, shouldering off what's necessary. rosetis's vines snake up here too, curling buds against the blade of his shoulder, and miai knows from prior years that he has matching on the other one.]

I'd take it all off, but... it's a one piece kind of thing, so... I don't want to bother with it. It's too troublesome. J-Just go ahead.