[ She pulls away at that so she can give him a look: one with a quirked brow and pursed lips that says, really?, but soon enough softens into a smile. Gentle, sincere, and with a touch of amusement. Might as well lighten the mood by playing along, right? ]
I can't argue with that. But you forgot your finely sculpted body, or is that lumped in with looks?
[ She lets out another little laugh to herself, then falls silent. It is so like Peter to dissipate an emotional moment with witty quips and that--well, that's one of the things she loves about him. When she looks back at him, she finds herself staring. It's been a long time since they've been this physically close to each other without there being any hurry or panic, so she's a little... lost. On him. Because, again, part of her thought she would never get this chance again, to look into his light eyes, to smile at the way strands of his hair would sometimes disobey the rules and fall to his forehead, to see the way he licks his lips, sometimes, and... then she's stuck on his lips. Cut up and dry as they might be, she wants to kiss him because it's been so long, but she doesn't make any moves for now in case he's not--I don't know, Kasumi thinks, maybe this is just me. He's probably too tired, or he's not in the mood, or something. So her gaze shifts back up to his eyes. ]
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I can't argue with that. But you forgot your finely sculpted body, or is that lumped in with looks?
[ She lets out another little laugh to herself, then falls silent. It is so like Peter to dissipate an emotional moment with witty quips and that--well, that's one of the things she loves about him. When she looks back at him, she finds herself staring. It's been a long time since they've been this physically close to each other without there being any hurry or panic, so she's a little... lost. On him. Because, again, part of her thought she would never get this chance again, to look into his light eyes, to smile at the way strands of his hair would sometimes disobey the rules and fall to his forehead, to see the way he licks his lips, sometimes, and... then she's stuck on his lips. Cut up and dry as they might be, she wants to kiss him because it's been so long, but she doesn't make any moves for now in case he's not--I don't know, Kasumi thinks, maybe this is just me. He's probably too tired, or he's not in the mood, or something. So her gaze shifts back up to his eyes. ]