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SOFT INTERACTIONS MEME || accepting !

004. Kiss on the hand

Sounds of flowing water orchestrate a quiet evening in the temple's bowel. Each catlike footfall leaves moist boards undisturbed, a faint passing of snow over their wood. The ponds reflect a stoic visage, a head of silver bouncing with each graceful motion as the spiritual leader opens the way with the golden gilding of his fan; a wide motion, as if he were presenting something to the world. At once, spikes of ice emerge from the water like a wave frozen in time, their intricate shapes & crystals mirrored in the oni's own gaze. Another swift motion has them spinning languidly in place, the fan's gilding guiding the frost into shape.

With practiced ease, flowers born from his flesh blossom & adorn the lilly ponds. Their shine is a sight to behold. But, for all his fleeting precision, it would seem that Dōma has accidentally spawned a couple mikos in the process. A soft hum of surprise escaped him when a certain kata brought his hand within the ice child's proximity, allowing them to peck it. At once, a boyish giggle spills from his lips; tender voice chiming in the hollowness of that room.

❝ Yah-yah, little children! ❞ Teeth pressed into a squeal, boney fingers reached for the decoy, wrapping around its waist & lifting it to eye level. ❝ You are such a cutie! Come here~ ❞ Icy lips would press into their cheek then, though his mouth was considerably disproportionate & thus, his kiss almost looked like he was about to shove the miko's entire head in his mouth ( it would fit easily, but the taste would probably be a little off ) He dragged out the noise, squishing them in his grip. ❝ Mmmmmwah! ❞