”They say to massage your boobies thoroughly or ask your partner to do that” She does that though but it isn’t working. And she’s too embarrassed to ask her dad to actually massage her boobies, that would be too fucked up and wrong.
{ “Massage them?” Maybe she can ask Mikoto or another one of her clansman to help her. Anna you better fucking not.}
mirrors-illusions:
( ˘ ³˘)❤ *kisses your cheek!* Oh, no! You got the kissing disease! Pass it on to the next ten people on your dash and you'll be cured! (ಠ⌣ಠ) ~ from Nick with love what?
{ Surrounding the silence that came between his statement and her reply was the feeling of fear and anxiety –– though there are individuals who think that the two are the same, they are hopelessly different, as fear is knowing and anxiety is thinking. Well, at least that’s how Anna thought of it. First came the anxiety –– she was worried for him as any ‘daughter’ would be –– and fear –– fear that arose from a subtle message that was hidden in an exasperated tone.
“What’s wrong, Minato?” she inquires softly, though she’s afraid of what he would say in response. He hadn’t gotten tired of her, had he? }
{“…What?” Her soft voice cracks. she’s shocked; surprised by his angry –– almost remorseful –– tone that seemed to have come from nowhere. “What are you saying? Of course I care about you; you’re like family.” }