[Those brown eyes widen, shocked at the sudden change in plans, dart at the mistledown, then down to Aoi's eyes. Duster feels Aoi's warm breath on his cheek in the cold air. Or it could all the blood rushing to his cheeks, who knows?]
Anywhere we want? [There's no one looking this way, but Duster checks out of the corner of his eye just to be sure. A hand rests on Aoi's shoulder and he leans in.]
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Anywhere we want? [There's no one looking this way, but Duster checks out of the corner of his eye just to be sure. A hand rests on Aoi's shoulder and he leans in.]