Having her own words from weeks ago hurtled back at her trips Dia up, and she stumbles inwardly, sputtering out a half-formed protest:
"That's-- that's because you're always--!"
But something in her throat knots up, sealing the words inside. Reason, trumping her natural urge to argue -- yelling at her Mari just confessed, do something.
They've finally got this far. They're finally talking about this, with no jokes or excuses or patched up half-truths. Dia can't let herself squander it, not even to defend her own pride.
So she snatches her hand out from Mari's hold, takes hold of her by the jaw, and brungs their mouths together. The kiss is clumsy with inexperience and a little rough, her frustration and embarrassment still simmering beneath the surface -- but it's as earnest and determined as Dia is in all she does, just the same.
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"That's-- that's because you're always--!"
But something in her throat knots up, sealing the words inside. Reason, trumping her natural urge to argue -- yelling at her Mari just confessed, do something.
They've finally got this far. They're finally talking about this, with no jokes or excuses or patched up half-truths. Dia can't let herself squander it, not even to defend her own pride.
So she snatches her hand out from Mari's hold, takes hold of her by the jaw, and brungs their mouths together. The kiss is clumsy with inexperience and a little rough, her frustration and embarrassment still simmering beneath the surface -- but it's as earnest and determined as Dia is in all she does, just the same.