[He reaches for his belt, but he does not draw. She herself cannot, for her lack. And his mouth is moving, he's saying... something, and Hayame-
She cannot read his lips. She can't guess this time, like she had other occasions, and just act based on her intuition on what they may have offered for choice. So with a ruddy, frustrated color becoming more prominent on her skin, she mutters first,]
Speak up.
[Maybe if she didn't say why, he would just do it, and she'd catch the next words without needing to admit to her new weakness...]
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She cannot read his lips. She can't guess this time, like she had other occasions, and just act based on her intuition on what they may have offered for choice. So with a ruddy, frustrated color becoming more prominent on her skin, she mutters first,]
Speak up.
[Maybe if she didn't say why, he would just do it, and she'd catch the next words without needing to admit to her new weakness...]