[ it is what it is. there's no chance beyond this, and hajime supposes they've only got precious moments. the trouble is, she's not a fantastic kisser; she remembers to close her eyes this time (poor katze), but she's very simple. chaste, the poets might call it. inexperience is mostly what it is.

just another reminder she's dying young.

hajime lingers, then. it's only when she's aware that she's wasting time that she'll pull away, leaning down. for someone so forward, she's wearing a blush. ]

...I think that's as good as we can get here. Maybe another life.

[ who knows, really. ] Sorry. I'm not ready to let go, but I have to. Are you gonna be okay?