[Being pulled into that hug is a little surprising, but nonetheless welcome; she ends up settling her hands on Momo's collarbone, ready to tuck up into it with a warm, proud little smile.
... But before she can, Momo ends up pulling her into a kiss, too. As sweet as it is, it leaves Jiro wide-eyed and blinking, her face already turning several shades of pink once she's pulled away.
Once her brain catches up, though? She's going in for one of her own, her jacks looping up to lazily wrap around the back of Momo's neck. As if that'll somehow keep her close for it. It's a little longer than Momo's was, a little harder, but it's clear it's just out of some kind of excitement.]
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... But before she can, Momo ends up pulling her into a kiss, too. As sweet as it is, it leaves Jiro wide-eyed and blinking, her face already turning several shades of pink once she's pulled away.
Once her brain catches up, though? She's going in for one of her own, her jacks looping up to lazily wrap around the back of Momo's neck. As if that'll somehow keep her close for it.
It's a little longer than Momo's was, a little harder, but it's clear it's just out of some kind of excitement.]
... Happy birthday, Yaomomo.