#dashiingly

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@dashiingly​ birthday dinglebutt

                ❛ SHHH, just trust me, alright? ❜

    After a whole day full of Naotsugu conspicuously taking Dash around town, doing activity after activity after activity with her, they had finally arrived to what he said to be their ‘final’ stop. With large hands placed gently around the girl’s eyes ( his cheeks lightly blushing when her hair tickled against him at times ) he steadily lead her in some direction, focusing mostly on trying to make sure she wasn’t looking in between the cracks of his fingers while also trying not to walk her into a WALL. 

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clings to him. that's all.

         BOISTEROUS, exuberant, loud and friendly. All words and phrases used to generally describe Naotsugu, often by himself. But now was one of the moments where an instinctual feeling of LOYALTY kicked in, a sense of protectiveness that had always been embedded in him showing through. Not OVERLY so, not smotheringly so, never to the point that the other person could hardly breath, but in a more subtle way. Like the calm presence of air, Naotsugu’s protection and devout loyalty was there, a subtle undercurrent of water beneath the ground.

And yes, while he was a loud and openly SELF-PROCLAIMED pervert, now was one of those moments where he was quiet. He allowed his lean arms to speak for themselves, gently but securely wrapping themselves around Dash ( who he ALWAYS thought, and would always continue to think of, as strong, and brilliant, and dazzling ). His body felt calmly warm as he pressed he adjusted himself to comfortably rest his chin against her head, eyelids lowering as the only sound heard was that of reassuring BREATH. 

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HOW TALL ARE YOU

ooc. Taller than the Empire State building.

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         ❛  dashiingly

         ❛   IT’LL MAKE SENSE in the end. it’s just not finished yet.   ❜

     there were no CHAIRS in his design lab. all he had were bins && partially un-packed boxes that served as suitable perches when all he wanted to do was sit in the middle of his holo-suite, surrounded by the bright blue floating LINES of intangible light. half-finished designs scattered across the space && gray reached out at a few, re-sizing the small ones && erasing the lazy, half-hearted strokes before re-doing them with proper precision.

        ❛   anyway, it’ll work. probably. y’know, just another standard problem in the territory of super suits.   ❜