[The Natsume who'd arrived in Folkmore would've been similarly scandalized. Him, mild-mannered and polite and introverted, turning the kind of person who'd trip over his own feet following someone else to their bedroom?
...actually, the tripping part makes sense, nevermind. But the way Natsume slides his arms and his tail around Junpei, presses him up against the wall, rising up onto his tiptoes and kissing him over and over until he's lightheaded -- that part would've been impossible to imagine.]
Your hallway's too long. [This is grumbled between kisses. Then Natsume pauses.] My hallway? Your hallway.
[He looks around for a moment, trying to figure out whose house he's in.] Your hallway. [Back to kissing.]
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...actually, the tripping part makes sense, nevermind. But the way Natsume slides his arms and his tail around Junpei, presses him up against the wall, rising up onto his tiptoes and kissing him over and over until he's lightheaded -- that part would've been impossible to imagine.]
Your hallway's too long. [This is grumbled between kisses. Then Natsume pauses.] My hallway? Your hallway.
[He looks around for a moment, trying to figure out whose house he's in.] Your hallway. [Back to kissing.]