A-ah... [She doesn't know what to do in the face of such praise. Even Junko's compliments would be seeped in snide insults and put-downs, so it's hard to listen to it without waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. Something like 'you're very beautiful, Tsumiki-san... if you didn't have such an ugly face/ugly hair/weren't so gross" etc.
But it doesn't come and Mikan inhales sharply, nodding at his question.] Yes. [It comes out in arush of a breath and she turns red from just how eager she sounds, but she reaches up to tug at his shirt, wanting to pull it off of him as well.] I-I, um... Can you... take this off? I want to see you too...
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But it doesn't come and Mikan inhales sharply, nodding at his question.] Yes. [It comes out in arush of a breath and she turns red from just how eager she sounds, but she reaches up to tug at his shirt, wanting to pull it off of him as well.] I-I, um... Can you... take this off? I want to see you too...