[ She listens, she doesn't question. Cellar comes from a house — a mansion, almost as exorbitant as the one waiting for them when they leave the forest — where some of its inhabitants have strange rules to follow, for their own protection and for other people's safety. It's already been established that Lauralae has several somethings going on, but as long as it's just her hands? It shouldn't be something to worry about. She looks nice with the gloves on, anyway. Best not to question Cellar's aesthetic preferences. ]
… Well, that's. Good. [ Maybe... maybe they're better off starting with something simple, then figuring it out as they go. (If the charge is just wanting to know how soft Lauralae's lips are right now: guilty.) ] Do you want to kiss me?
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… Well, that's. Good. [ Maybe... maybe they're better off starting with something simple, then figuring it out as they go. (If the charge is just wanting to know how soft Lauralae's lips are right now: guilty.) ] Do you want to kiss me?