[Uh, okay. Seeing Tamaki quickly averting his gaze, his furious blushing, and the squeaky apology on top of it confirmed that this indeed was a thing that happened. They're definitely on the same page now, and it is definitely... awkward.
Worse than awkward, this started a whole domino effect. Though startling, having her tentacles touching another person actually felt... well, rather good, and it's then she remembers the infodump about moonlacing, and how moonblessings and this city in general had a way of... well, "encouraging" the most yielding method of generating Chroma. Even as dense as she can be, Takane could now quickly put two and two together on what this mooncycle meant for her.
She can feel her body temperature rise steadily as her coiled tentacles wriggle against Tamaki's form, as if fidgeting. This only serves to make this whole thing worse, as the unintentional friction causes the tentacles to drip with... something... viscous yet slightly slippery. Something similar starts occurring between her legs as well, thighs pressing together with discomfort.
Takane's not sure they're close enough or ever will be close enough for something like this!? And she definitely didn't want to tarnish their budding friendship... Maybe... she should warn him... Also looking away self-consciously, she tugs at the collar of her blouse with her hand to relieve herself of the rising heat, breathing getting heavier:]
T-Tamaki, I no longer think this may be a fever... [No shit, Shijou.] I am trying to let go, yet I keep wanting to touch you more... I am not sure I will be able to control myself at this rate.
[In fact, the tips of a few tendrils are beginning to slowly creep their way under his hoodie. Now she is the one who is sorry, and she's not really sure what to do about this---]
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Worse than awkward, this started a whole domino effect. Though startling, having her tentacles touching another person actually felt... well, rather good, and it's then she remembers the infodump about moonlacing, and how moonblessings and this city in general had a way of... well, "encouraging" the most yielding method of generating Chroma. Even as dense as she can be, Takane could now quickly put two and two together on what this mooncycle meant for her.
She can feel her body temperature rise steadily as her coiled tentacles wriggle against Tamaki's form, as if fidgeting. This only serves to make this whole thing worse, as the unintentional friction causes the tentacles to drip with... something... viscous yet slightly slippery. Something similar starts occurring between her legs as well, thighs pressing together with discomfort.
Takane's not sure they're close enough or ever will be close enough for something like this!? And she definitely didn't want to tarnish their budding friendship... Maybe... she should warn him... Also looking away self-consciously, she tugs at the collar of her blouse with her hand to relieve herself of the rising heat, breathing getting heavier:]
T-Tamaki, I no longer think this may be a fever... [No shit, Shijou.] I am trying to let go, yet I keep wanting to touch you more... I am not sure I will be able to control myself at this rate.
[In fact, the tips of a few tendrils are beginning to slowly creep their way under his hoodie. Now she is the one who is sorry, and she's not really sure what to do about this---]