[The vampire chitters this time while she readjusts her wings somewhat so they weren't draping over Meiling's sides like large, awkward blankets (with fingers and wing ribs!). Instead she hooks the little thumbs in the middle of each wing over her guardian's shoulders and pulls herself up a bit, until she was just underneath Meiling's chin. If Flandre turned her head now, she could hear Meiling's heart--which she did.
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...it was also easier to breathe here, but!]