[It's a moment when it would probably make sense for Maya to let go of Obi, but she doesn't. She stands in front of him, held close, grinning, her eyes on those pearly raindrops starting to weigh down the tufts of Obi's hair. They're still so few that she can lift one arm to brush a few off and away from his temple— and then look at his eyes again a with the unmistakable surprise of someone who had gotten lost in their distraction for a moment.]
Mm, it helps that you're pretty adorable. Anyone would want to try.
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Mm, it helps that you're pretty adorable. Anyone would want to try.