[Makima gives him a delicate wave as he approaches. She puts a finger to her lips and points at the pad - to explain the precaution. Shakes her head, she hasn't decided quite yet. Then... She pauses. When Chainsaw Man said "I could go for some steak after all this" towards the end of the session when she had spent several minutes in silent utter bliss as she repeatedly dressed and bathed the doll, Makima hadn't expected her prayer to be answered quite like this. He's bringing her this really sophisticated plate with the little garnishes and everything... She hasn't seen food like this since arriving. Even her curry that one time is only varied to contain necessary ingredients; stew is impossible to present with perfect control, that was a fine excuse. But this, it's so nicely youshoku style with the little separate sections. It smells so good.
Makima brings her fingertips almost together, not quite praying yet. It's so much. Then she brushes her palm against her cheek, almost biting her lip. Finally she brings her fists together with index fingers pointing up to her collarbone.
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Makima brings her fingertips almost together, not quite praying yet. It's so much. Then she brushes her palm against her cheek, almost biting her lip. Finally she brings her fists together with index fingers pointing up to her collarbone.
"I may?" She mouths.]