[Oh, she's not running. She is, however, acutely aware of how close she is to the girl who just took her first kiss. She was already captivated by her figuratively, now the arms around her waist just make it slightly more literal.]
Sweet? ... Really?
[Her voice is pitched and breathy, her head swimming from all of this sensation. She's never felt so complimented by a statement like that before. A part of her brain wants her to flush and stammer something about how it's probably just her lip gloss, yet all she can do is chuckle nervously in response to Magari's question.]
I... don't think I'd mind...
[What is she saying? More importantly, what is Magari actually implying??? Natsuru's nervous chuckling continues, because that part of what Magari just said is obviously a joke. She couldn't possibly mean what it sounds like. So she's joking along with her! This is... flirting? Right?]
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Sweet? ... Really?
[Her voice is pitched and breathy, her head swimming from all of this sensation. She's never felt so complimented by a statement like that before. A part of her brain wants her to flush and stammer something about how it's probably just her lip gloss, yet all she can do is chuckle nervously in response to Magari's question.]
I... don't think I'd mind...
[What is she saying? More importantly, what is Magari actually implying??? Natsuru's nervous chuckling continues, because that part of what Magari just said is obviously a joke. She couldn't possibly mean what it sounds like. So she's joking along with her! This is... flirting? Right?]