I’m glad you like it. Let’s just hope I don’t accidentally end up making it worse. /she chuckles lightly in response, drawing the strokes out just a bit more/
If you make it worse, I’ll just have to ask Irene or Joy to rub my back next time. /she pouts lightly, letting out a soft sigh/
If that happens I’ll tell everyone it’s your fault because you wouldn’t help me. Do you want me to ruin Red Velvet’s good image with my fashion terrorist status?
I gave you that status… do you really think I care? /she giggles, sticking out her tongue happily/ I already got you a pretty sweater!
/she smiles at your response, spreading the strokes out to the sides a little/ Good. It’s nice to know I’m doing well. Do tell me if I should go lower or higher or whichever direction, okay?
/she leans back, her head resting on Seulgi’s shoulder/ Nah.. It’s fine like this… It’s very relaxing.. /she smiles, giggling quietly/
I will, don’t worry about it. I’m not the kind to do all too rough massages anyway. /she takes her hands off of your back, moving them down a little before once again applying pressure with her fingers, pushing up slowly to where she reached before, repeating a few times/ Is this okay?
/she nods, biting her inner cheek as she closes her eyes, sighing/ Yeh, Seulgi.. it’s okay.. You’re good at this..
Then I suppose my fashion terrorist days will go on undisturbed. Do you want that to happen?
Maybe I just want you to embarrass yourself in public.
/she nods a bit to herself, pressing her fingers against your back as she moves her hands up slowly/ Hmm, it doesn’t seem that hard to fix. Tell me if I do anything that hurts you, okay?
/she nods, pouting slightly as she fiddles with the blue tips of her hair/ Just be gentle, okay?
I know, I know. I wish it were possible too. But alas, we must settle for this. /she chuckles lightly, laying her hands flat against the middle of your back/ So, where’s the problem area?
/she whines softly, moving a little/ Everything’s just kinda stuck.. I must’ve slept in a wrong way.. It’s annoying…
I guess that means I’ll have to wait a bit longer if you can’t go next weekend, considering I’m apparently a fashion terrorist, I would need your guidance. /she presses her lips together/
But what if I don’t wanna come with you?
/she narrows her eyes, considering it before shaking her head slowly/ Sadly, I don’t think I would have enough space to move like that.
Oh… /she pouts, sitting down in front of you instead/ That’s stupid.
It depends on what you think is more comfortable though. Laying down on just sitting. I would say the sitting one is less likely for me to screw up. Especially considering I’m.. not.. much.. of an expert.. heh..
Hmm… Can I sit on your lap or is that less preferable?