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Thank you.
Happy Valentine's Day.

[Sakamoto sends her an image in response- He's holding the camera above his head, with one of her chocolates in his mouth. It seems as though he's just woken up- There's a blanket around his shoulders, and his hair is even messier than usual.]

（*＾3＾）/～☆

[ wow. stop tatsuma sakamoto 2k15.

but ok. girl, are u gonna do this. are you g- ]

I was wondering if you already had plans for tonight?

Edited 2015-07-10 06:20 (UTC)

No.

Do you?

No, I don't.

Would you l ike to
come over?

[He smiles at the message. So now she's asking him out? Good. Great! He's happy.]

Sure! Ahhhh, but it's such short notice, and I don't wanna show up empty handed!

[A lie. He'll stop by a store and get her something.]

What should I give you? A kiss, maybe?

Edited 2015-07-10 17:03 (UTC)

It's fine you don't have to bring anything
Just yourself.

I'm also sorry this is on such short notice.
You don't have to, if it's too much trouble.

It's no real trouble, honestly!

Leaving you alone on such an important holiday, why! It would be such a crime. ♥ ♥ ♥

Edited 2015-07-10 17:57 (UTC)

I'm sure it's nothing so serious, but thank you.
I appreciate it.

[He sends her a very short video of himself. Is blowing her a kiss?

What a douchebag.]

[ god. stop tatsuma sakamoto 2k15.

she doesn't even respond to it, too embarrassed even try to think of how to reply. but she doesn't delete the video, simply tucks her device back into her sleeve before heading to the flower shop. ]

[Why is he here? Soliciting a poor, innocent girl with a neatly wrapped package under one arm. It’s Valentine’s Day- She should be out having a blast with her gal pals, or spending it with someone who can really show her what love is.

Love. The very thought of the word makes him want to scream and run in the opposite direction, but here he is, trapped with nowhere else to go. Her pull is worse than that of gravity itself, and he finds himself thinking about her often- Because it’s easier than wondering where his loved ones have gone.

Because he craves intimacy.]

I should get out of here.

[He whispers to himself, while tapping loudly against the door with one hand.]

This ain’t fair.

[To her.]

[ when she hears tapping on her door, she nearly drops the vase of flowers in her hand. she fumbles with it, thankfully manages to set it on the table without too much incident before taking a moment to calm her nerves. she's never celebrated valentine's before, never did anything special aside from her usual routine. she knows about it, yes, but knowing and actually doing something for it are two very different things. spending the night with shinra is also different from spending the night with sakamoto, and sometimes she wonders if maybe what she's doing is wrong.

it's always been frightening to become close to someone. it's always been terrifying to become close to someone this quickly. but fear is a part of life and running away from your fears for the rest of your life is no way to live.

(even if there is no where to run.)

she opens the door after steeling her nerves, steps to the side to let him in and holds up her device for him to see. ]

Hello. Thank you for coming by today.

[She's always so polite. He should save her the pain of having to deal with his flighty, air-headed tendencies, but he can't help it.

He enjoys her company too much.

Sakamoto offers her a quaint smile, nothing too overcompensating for once. He extends the arm with the package in hand, chuckling idly as he does so.]

Thanks for the chocolate! Man, that stuff was delicious- You made it yourself, huh?

Now, now, since I'm a merchant, I believe in give and take! So, since you gave me somethin', you gotta take somethin' from me too.

[How does he say this? This feels so strange, so... Normal.

So removed from his usual life.]

Happy Valentine's~! Ah, I'm so lucky. I get to spend it with such a cute girl! What'd I do to deserve this?

[ oh. she didn't expect to get anything in return. she lifts her hands once he holds it out, ready to gently refuse, but stops herself when he speaks. he has a point: it's only fair, isn't it? he also went through the trouble of picking out a gift, it'd be rude for her to turn it away. ]

You didn't have to get me anything in return, but it's very kind of you. I'm glad you enjoyed the chocolate.

[ she's really glad she doesn't have a face for him to see how embarrassed she is at the compliment, but she has a feeling that he can tell, with the way her shoulders are set and how closely she clasps the package to herself. small wisps of smoke seep from the vents at the top of her helmet and she turns away quickly to let him inside. ]

Have you eaten yet? I thought of making dinner, but I wasn't sure if you were allergic to anything.

Nah! I haven't eaten anything.

[His head had been so full of stupid thoughts, thoughts of her and thoughts of home, thoughts of what Zura had said recently...

Her chocolates had been all that he had eaten that day.]

Oh, oh, what's this?

[He notices those tufts of smoke, grinning wide. He can never stay focused on being sad for too long when he's around her.]

You're smokin' you know! Smokin' hot! Ahaha. What's the matter?

Am I making you burn with anticipation?

[ no. she shakes her helmet and her hands quickly, typing rapidly on her device. ]

No, it's not that, I'm fine. Not burning at all. Please don't worry about it.

It seems like things are heating up already!

[That stupid smirk doesn't leave his face. Perhaps it's wrong, for him to keep in touch with her, to keep touching her... But he can't help himself.

He rests and hand on her shoulder, leaning in so that he's close enough to whisper in her "ear."]

Is that why you asked me to come over? You're acting like you have a crush.

Edited 2015-07-15 00:34 (UTC)

[ their proximity was already making her nervous, but his hand on her shoulder and his voice so close to her helmet startles her.

... enough to send her helmet flying off her neck. thankfully, she leaned back enough so it wouldn't hit him in the face, landing on the ground behind her. ]

[Ah.

Sakamoto's head turns in the direction of the helmet, and after a brief moment of lingering, he withdraws his hand.]

If you wanted to hit me, you could've just used your fist.

Edited 2015-07-15 02:24 (UTC)

[ oh my god. she waves a hand frantically, ]

No, I didn't mean to
I was just surprised
I'm so sorry
Are you alright?

[Ah, so she's shy.

Cute.]

Yeah. Yeah! I'm fine. Don't worry about it!

[He's tempted to walk over and pick it up for her.]

If you're more comfortable without that thing crampin' your style, then we can leave it be. You want it?

[Sakamoto jerks his head in the direction of the fallen helmet.]

[ without even really thinking about it: ]

No, it's okay. I'm fine without it.

[ it's not the first time he's seen her like this anyway. she does pick it up to set it down somewhere safer and then turns her attention to his gift. ]

May I open it?

[Sakamoto is relieved at how quickly that response comes. It's best that she's comfortable.]

Yes, of course! Don't be afraid to tell me if it's absolute shit.

[He says this, but he's confident. It's his job to find wares people would pay money for, after all! Her homemade chocolates weren't the work of someone new to cooking! They were clearly constructed by a gentle, well-rehearsed hand.

What he really wants to know is what it looks like when she's happy, when she's impressed. She has no lips to smile with, so how does Celty really smile? With her shoulders, her posture? Or maybe with-]

I think you'll like it, though.

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