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[Asuka wriggles and backs up against the wall delightedly. He doesn't know how well he can melt her heart. If he did, he'd... he'd be just unfair, that's all. But her feelings are all there in her face, the flush of her cheeks and the unsubtle glow of her left eye through the patch. Her right eye's so warm she thinks it might be gleaming, too. She's not sure and she doesn't care.

[Everything he's made for her is a work of art. He's so tireless when he creates, so determined to make it perfect, while Asuka knows she'd never have the patience. Anything beyond repairing her doll is beyond her. But--]

Sometimes I just like to look at what you've made me. [The confession's peppered with excitement. Maybe, maybe this won't stop at some drunken groping. Maybe they'll really do something. Asuka slips off her shoes-- thankfully, they don't have buckles to fiddle with-- kicking them away. The hood gets tossed aside, and then she's reaching to unzip her dress. She likes how he's taking charge. She likes how he's being brazen and confident.] You've got the chance right now.