[Aigis gingerly lifts the collar of the yukata to slip it up over Minako's shoulders. She goes more slowly than necessary, allowing the tips of her fingers to brush against Minako through the juban as she smooths the yukata down to hang properly. The back of her neck, then her shoulders, then her collarbone.
As always, Minako is soft against her as she leans back. Aigis smiles and turns her face to let her cheek rest in Minako's hair.] I know. I'm very grateful.
[She reaches around Minako's waist to fold the yukata over itself; again, slowly, the way one might polish a rare treasure.] Are you comfortable?
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As always, Minako is soft against her as she leans back. Aigis smiles and turns her face to let her cheek rest in Minako's hair.] I know. I'm very grateful.
[She reaches around Minako's waist to fold the yukata over itself; again, slowly, the way one might polish a rare treasure.] Are you comfortable?