( For as small the gesture was, the act was therapeutic for him. He always enjoyed playing with and running his hands through his wife's hair, the sensation spurred on with the way Iri's face lit up in his presence. As she leaned into his touch, his hands lingered, sliding a thumb against her temple, massaging gently against her. )
You think anyone would miss us if we disappeared?
( He remarked, both impish and coy. Kiritsugu could really care less about what anyone else here actually thought, and wasn't above removing his wife from the room altogether. Stealthily, of course. His eyes are already scanning the room for uncrowded areas to piece their way out. )
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You think anyone would miss us if we disappeared?
( He remarked, both impish and coy. Kiritsugu could really care less about what anyone else here actually thought, and wasn't above removing his wife from the room altogether. Stealthily, of course. His eyes are already scanning the room for uncrowded areas to piece their way out. )