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[his entire hand twitches in surprise, then curls around hers kind of tightly. Despite how much he's freaking out internally, his hand's only shaking a little bit]

Like this . . . I can hear the rhythm of Ikki's body, echoing with my own. Every sound, and all the patterns together . . .

That's why link tuners need to know 'time'. It's the metronome that lets us get everything right.

[. . . cracks an eye open]

Ah, so that's . . . t-that makes sense.

[There's not much to see, with how close she is . . . the puddle of purple fabric across the floor, the curve of her back. The smooth shards of glassy, reflective skin between and under the trails and tufts of her hair.]

So it's . . . just this. Just listening, and holding all those sounds . . . and finding the parts and patterns that match them best.

[NOT looking at the glassy, reflective skin, thank you very much]

That's it?

That's all.

Lift your arm?

[l-lifts his arm]

[Ducks under it, slipping around to curl against his back, arms wrapping low around his waist.

Faint patterns shimmer over her skin as she moves, those patches of Mirror-touched skin disappearing from view.]

[s-sits up a little straight as she does, and if anything the deer in the headlights look gets worse now that she can't see it. Doooesn't really tense up, though, or at least, no more than he already is]

[Reaches for his hand again, slipping hers under it and lacing their fingers together, tugging it up to rest over his waist too.]

There's . . . other things, but this . . .

It's enough.

[. . . squeezes her hand a little]

A-Ah . . .

[Squeezes back, her arms sliding up his chest, hands resting over his heart.]

Usually . . . I'd be able to record it, too. And in the Factory . . . you never saw that part, but there's a place to make real-time adjustments, too. But it takes a lot of the team together, to do that.

. . . wait you do this in front of your team?!

[There's no way he can't feel the heat of that blush against his back.]

It's more . . . under, really.

U-Under.

There's . . . a glass chamber, under the platform with all the main controls. The SC can interface directly with the computer there, and the readings from the regalia are fed back, and calibrated by adjustments from the link tuner . . . all together, it can be nine of us working together. Just like the Pledge Queen's regalia.

. . . I'm still stuck on the part with people watching.

[Holds him a bit closer.]

. . . I didn't . . . want to do it that way.

[askdlf;a]

You . . . don't have to do it that way, do you?

[Lets two heartbeats pass . . . three . . . before she answers.]

. . . like this isn't bad.

. . . no, it's not bad.

[Shifts to his other side, lifting his arm, careful that it doesn't brush over Mirror's marks.]

Lie back?

[. . . ajskld;kfjla l-lays back]

[Keeps hold of his hand while he shifts, watching, listening as he lies down. Her free hand nudges his legs up on the bed too, then reaches down for the puddled fabric on the floor, pulling it up and over her shoulders, covering her back and casting shadows over parts of her front.]

[THE SHADOWS DO NOTHING, I STILL KNOW YOU'RE PRACTICALLY NAKED]

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