[ Ai's hand feels... nice. Soft, perfect, smooth... the perfect kind of hand to feel at a handshake event, almost unnaturally so. Like an extensive amount of care has been put into keeping it that way. It contrasts with comparatively rougher texture of Hibiki's hands, tough and calloused from years of thorough use. Powerful, but worn... whether it be from training or just overall recklessness. Then there's the occasional small cut-turned-scar, permanent marks reminding Hibiki of when she was younger and had a bad habit of picking at her scabs unless her Sunshine was there to grab them and start scolding her... until she finally got it through her thick head to leave those things be so that they could slowly but surely heal...
...Hibiki likes holding hands. You can learn a lot about a person from their hands... not much in the way of details, but rather... hints. ]
That... that sounds nice...
[ Talking to someone. Getting it off your chest. In theory it sounds really nice, but... Hibiki still finds herself with an instinctive flinch back at the thought of burdening someone else with her problems, let alone someone she doesn't know all too well. She knows that it's their job and all, but... ]
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...Hibiki likes holding hands. You can learn a lot about a person from their hands... not much in the way of details, but rather... hints. ]
That... that sounds nice...
[ Talking to someone. Getting it off your chest. In theory it sounds really nice, but... Hibiki still finds herself with an instinctive flinch back at the thought of burdening someone else with her problems, let alone someone she doesn't know all too well. She knows that it's their job and all, but... ]
...Have you ever talked to them, Ai-san?
[ She finds herself asking without thinking. ]