Urianger jumps in surprise as arms wind around his waist from behind. The familiar feeling of a face pressing into his robes to nuzzle at his back telling him exactly just who dared to lay hands on him so.
"Urianger!" Ramora greets him happily in a voice muffled in the back of his robes. "I've returned from my mission! Did you miss me?"
Urianger closes his book, adjusting his goggles with a clear of his throat. "Indeed, my lady. Verily these halls are most quiet without thee in our midst."
Ramora laughs, squeezing him tight. Her cheek squished against his back. "I missed you too. Will you let me see your face today?"
Urianger turns to reshelve his book instead of answering. Ramora dragging herself behind him as he moves instead of releasing from him her hug.
"C'mon, Urianger!" Ramora pleads. "Can I not see your handsome face? Don't you ever tire of wearing those goggles of yours?"
Urianger traces the spines of his many books lining the shelves, a rumbling hum low in his throat.
He glances down as Ramora drags herself round to his front without losing her grip on him.
"Urianger," Ramora whispers his name, mismatched eyes twinkling as her red painted lips curved up mischievously, "Do you want to hear a secret?"
Urianger tilts his head, leaning forward to bend his ear to her.
"I like you a lot." Ramora tells him in that same soft whisper. This close Urianger could smell the faintest trace of liquor on her breath. Drinking with Thancred again?
Urianger smiles despite himself. That was hardly a secret at all.
He grunts in surprise as Ramora leans up, clawed gloves cupping the head round his ears as she presses a kiss to the reinforced glass of his goggles.
Urianger sighs at the bright red lip print obscuring his view.
Ramora grins, triumphant, and hugs him again.
Urianger shakes his head and pushes back his hood, giving a soft huff at Ramora's cheer - then removes his goggles so he might clean the stain of her lipstick afore it has the chance to set and require a more potent cleaning solution.
Such was the way of the alchemic concoctions that Ramora had commissioned to paint her lips. If one did not cleanse it in the moment, thou wouldst be marked until cleansed with such a cleaning solution.
"Victory." Ramora says, smug like the coeurl who got the cream. Ramora's coeurl, in particular. Urianger would question how the spoiled jungle cat was not as fat as a house cat if not for how often Ramora favored her as a mount.
"Indeed, my lady." Urianger replies dryly. Truly, when would she tire of staining his goggles? Urianger was running out of cleaning solution.
He makes a mental note to order more from their local alchemist before the day is through.
"You're so handsome, Urianger!" Ramora says, like she was scolding him. "Tis a shame to hide such an attractive face behind goggles and hoods!"
Urianger clears his throat in embarrassment and makes no comment on her appreciation of his good looks.
