[Kissing outdoors is for CHILDREN!!! Makima feels like she has to create an unassailable bargain where the disease risk is somehow an inevitable effect of Kira's own choices. Of course she wants both lips to eat and tongue to taste, but to outright ask? To long for affection and to "buy" kisses? To not have control over what she devours? That's anathema. Still, it might work out that way naturally at this rate as she has calmed her baby down with this deferred decision, so she is a bit cheered up.
Makima is away for a good few minutes. Her makeshift satchel isn't that big, and just in case, she wants to keep the blood separate from that magical doll she had Ritsu salvage. When she turns back, she's a bit surprised that he's outright lying down and takes a glance to look for the motorcycle, Stray Cat, and Killer Queen's scent. (The fact that he's not taking this moment to relax with "Makima" is a great relief.) Walking closer, Makima takes care in a roundabout path where her shadow does not cross over him. She stands a little ways to the side of his head, and her feet shuffle a bit as she really is so tempted to nudge him in the face with her shoe. But she will be good. Waiting either for him to open his eyes, or about one minute as it becomes certain that he's using the white noise to relax and not outright sleep, Makima leans down just far enough that her soft voice can be heard and says,]
You're soaking up the sun just like a big cat.
[She can really see it now, the way that he slowly circles his owner and she's still the one to pick him up first in the end.]
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Makima is away for a good few minutes. Her makeshift satchel isn't that big, and just in case, she wants to keep the blood separate from that magical doll she had Ritsu salvage. When she turns back, she's a bit surprised that he's outright lying down and takes a glance to look for the motorcycle, Stray Cat, and Killer Queen's scent. (The fact that he's not taking this moment to relax with "Makima" is a great relief.) Walking closer, Makima takes care in a roundabout path where her shadow does not cross over him. She stands a little ways to the side of his head, and her feet shuffle a bit as she really is so tempted to nudge him in the face with her shoe. But she will be good. Waiting either for him to open his eyes, or about one minute as it becomes certain that he's using the white noise to relax and not outright sleep, Makima leans down just far enough that her soft voice can be heard and says,]
You're soaking up the sun just like a big cat.
[She can really see it now, the way that he slowly circles his owner and she's still the one to pick him up first in the end.]