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[flawful]

[If there's anything Hermes is it's accommodating. At the mention of a knife though he looks somewhat sad, if not a little confused.]

I would feel like any other being surely.

[morsangel]

[ Yosano doesn't miss the sad look in his eye. Of course, for most a knife would mean a few steps away from death. But for Yosano, it reminded her just how great life was. Though she doubted anyone else would quite understand... ]

Hm, interesting. Let me tell you, sometimes people appreciate life more after they experience pain.

[flawful]

Aye, that they do...are you implying I have not suffered enough?

[Because if she is, well, he's going to sour a bit.]

I have an immense appreciation for life, to the detriment of my own at times.

[morsangel]

Of course not. I would never assume.

[ Yosano waved her hand. ]

I'm meaning generally. Of course, sometimes when you teeter at the edge of death so many times, the feeling can become quite addictive and enjoyable.

[ Talking about herself. Because there's no one who enjoys edge play more than the darling Doctor here. ]

—So while you might fret over a knife on your body now; well, who knows, you might enjoy it, hm? I would quite like to find out.

[flawful]

Mayhaps...

[He shrugs, feeling his mood beginning to drop, reaching for his glass to take a considerable swig of wine before setting it back on the table.]

Forgive me. I've ruined the mood.

angsty boi

[morsangel]

[ She chuckled. Oh, it's gotten him quite down, hasn't it? ]

Hm, I don't mind. Is it because I mentioned knife play? [ She tried not to smile, hiding it behind her glass. Because, oh, he was so sweet and innocent. She really could eat him alive. ]

so much

[flawful]

No one should 'play' with a knife.

[He sighs, doing his best not to let his mood stick. He really ought to not be like this.]

[morsangel]

Hm. Why not?

[ And like magic, Yosano reached into her pocket and withdraws her scalpel. Weaving it through her fingers and onto her palms like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. ]

[flawful]

[He just sighs, suddenly losing the energy to be combative. If anything he just seems despondent now.]

I'm not going to tell you what to or what not to do.

[morsangel]

[ Yosano hummed and placed the scalpel on the table. Out of her hands, away from her playful fingers. ]

Hm, I apologise. No playing with knives, you're right. I didn't think it'd upset you.

[ Maybe a little. But she wanted to see and she did. Now at least she knew were her sad partner's line was. Well, more wine never hurt anyone as she downed the drink. ]

[flawful]

It's all right. It isn't the tool that upsets me. To be frank...I am uncertain as to why I feel upset.

[But then again this was just how it was with him, wasn't it?]

[morsangel]

Ah, sometimes things just make us uncomfortable. Nothing quite wrong with that.

[ Yosano reassured with a smile. She might as well be dead inside with how little bothers her; playing with death is easy when there are no real consequences due to the nature of her powers.

She reached for the wine bottle. She was certainly feeling a little light-leaded now; how many had she had? 3? 4 glasses?]

—Haah, have I told you about my healing ability?

[flawful]

[He appreciates the change in topic (or what he considers it to be) as he looks at her curiously, shaking his head.]

No, you have not. What sort of ability is it?

[morsangel]

[ Yosano re-filled her glass, giggling to herself. Hm, her cheeks must be flushed? Oh well. Would she be as loose-lipped as this usually? Probably not. ]

Ah. Thou Shalt Not Die. I can heal myself and others from all injuries when they are close to death. Suffering a fatal injury.

[flawful]

You can?

[His mood seems to shift to something less dour, his curiosity peaked.]

How exactly do you accomplish this?

[morsangel]

[ How exactly did she do it? Yosano had never thought of that before. ]

Well... It's natural. Ah, it's just a part of me. Apparently abilities in my world mimic the inner soul of the person it occupies.

[ She paused, considering... ]

When someone is close to death my ability thrums to life, and I can use it instinctively. And they instantaneously heal.

[flawful]

I see...that is marvellous indeed.

[He means that too, gears in his head turning wildly.]

As terrible as it is for a person to suffer so to be able to heal someone is rewarding.

[morsangel]

[ Yosano didn't think it was marvelous; in fact, she hated her ability, but she wouldn't vocalise it.

Sure, it was suitable for her playing—when used purely for herself and her own pleasure—but when forced to used it... quite a burden indeed. ]

Ah, precisely. I try not to over-use it when in regards to healing. It makes quite the mockery of life unfortunately.

[ Yosano winced. Oh dear, this wine was looking quite nice now. As she finished the glass. ]

[flawful]

Understandable...

[He can see why, of course, she would be troubled over her ability.]

A pity, that I am unable to teach you my healing magicks...but even so, to be able to save people is an important ability to have, even if it is one that comes with a heavy weight to bear.

[morsangel]

[ Yosano smiled. Not many people understood why her ability was a burden. It was refreshing. Perhaps because he was also a healer? ]

Yes, quite so. Ah, I struggled with the burden for a long time.

[ And she still does, but he didn't need to know that. ]

—You Know Hermes, you're quite the kind man. Certainly better than I deserve. However, I still can't help but want you to kiss me. Hm, will you?

[ She glanced up at him, the small space between them. What she said was all true; but, Yosano also wanted to see if the blushing shy man was capable of making a move. Maybe push him a little. ]

[flawful]

[Will he? He hums softly at her request, seeing ultimately no reason to deny her. The wine also has helped him feel more agreeable in that regard as well. He leans in slightly, reaching out with a hand to cup one of her cheeks ever so gently.]

If you want a foolish man like myself to do so, I won't deny you.

[morsangel]

Hm. You're not foolish.

[ What a gentle touch. Yosano thought as his hand came to settle on her cheek. It made her nervous. Its intentional nature a little more intimate than what she was used to. ]

—Ah, only if you want to.

[flawful]

[His touch is always gentle unless instructed otherwise, finding it hard to harm others deliberately if it can be avoided. His answer is a nod that follows a quiet laugh at her claim - oh no, he was foolish. Incredibly so.

Probably what he's doing right now could be classified as such.

Without another word he leans in to press his lips to hers, the contact soft but with an obvious intention behind it. If she wants him like this he'll give himself over to her.]

[morsangel]

[ As expected, his kiss was as soft as his touch. Yosano closed her eyes when his lips met hers, a sweet peck.

Yosano leaned up, pressing back into the kiss. Properly slotting her lips between his to further it. Her hand coming up to his cheek and sliding into his hair. ]

[flawful]

[As she deepens the kiss he leans into the touch, parting his lips ever so slightly to let her do as she wished. If she wanted to take control he'd let her, but he wouldn't be a wet blanket about it either. There's a soft sound from him as he lets his eyes close, his other hand reaching out to settle against her waist. Wherever she wants to take this, he'll follow.]