[Were Richter actually wearing his glasses, he'd be able to appreciate the view as well. Sadly, a skin-colored blur in the shape of a blonde-haired human isn't exactly something to his liking. He'll just have to make up for it with his other senses, meaning a hand is moving up Emil's chest, towards his collarbone. His fingers caress the boy's neck for a moment, before continuing upwards, to his cheek.]
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