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✉ ☏ ☕ CELTY STURLUSON

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//PROFILE: full
- Age (Physical): Early 20's
- Height: 174 cm (5'8.5'')
- Occupation: Vehicle Mechanic, part-time Gourmet Chef, deliverer at Thistle Do Nicely

//INVENTORY:
- initial: her bodysuit, her helmet, her cellphone

//OTHER:
Living Arrangements: Apartment
CYbuddy: N/A

code credit: hoasen

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[helmets]

[ 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.

[kaihentai]

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.

[helmets]

[ 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. ]

[kaihentai]

[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.

[helmets]

[ 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?

[kaihentai]

[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.]

[helmets]

[ 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?

[kaihentai]

[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.

[helmets]

[ she's certain that she'd like it, too; despite his tendencies to be silly, sakamoto is a kind and earnest man. he also has a knack of figuring people out pretty quickly, which she assumes is fitting, what with him being a merchant and all.

she opens the package carefully, as if afraid to tear the wrapping, and when she finally pulls it out she's a little awestruck. she wasn't really sure what she was expecting, but an apron wasn't one of them. her fingers lightly run over the cats printed on the front before putting it on. she holds her arms up in a way one does when asking for someone's opinion. ]

Does it look okay?

[kaihentai]

[Thankfully, he had picked up the apron on his way to work, or Zura would have certainly stolen it.

Celty's question startles him, and he can't help but stare when he's presented with the opportunity. Perhaps it's rude, but it really is something to see a woman wearing what he picked out.

Seconds pass by, and his cheeks are definitely a redder color than they were at the start of all this. Is he supposed to say something? Oiiiii, idiot! Talk. Talk!]

A-adorable.

[helmets]

[ oh. he's blushing.

it's a little embarrassing seeing him staring at her like that, but surprisingly, a part of her doesn't mind. more smoke flares up briefly from her neck at his compliment as she twists her fingers in the hem of the apron. how does she thank him? just saying "thank you" won't be enough.

eventually, she steps closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck in a hug, pushing herself up on the balls of her feet to press the side of her neck against his shoulder. ]

1/?

[kaihentai]

[IS SHE-]

2/?

[kaihentai]

[SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

3/?

[kaihentai]

[THIS IS A HUG FROM A BEAUTIFUL GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!

is he dead where is the grim reaper is this a dream]

4/?

[kaihentai]

[Ah, so that's what her breasts feel like-]

5/6

[kaihentai]

[HOLY SHIT SHE'S NOT WEARING A BRA! THIS IS BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS. FUCK CHRISTMAS. FUCK U SANTA]

6/6

[kaihentai]

[Sweat trickles down the back of his neck, and he laughs once again as he wraps his arms around her.

All this excitement, just from a hug? Boy, does he have it bad.]

T-thank you.

[he is ded]

[helmets]

[ he's so warm and it feels nice to be held against him, pressed up against his chest. she leans into him a little more, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his clothes.

but, wait. he's sweating? and thanking her? she pulls back just enough to see his face. ]

Are you alright?

[kaihentai]

[He spits it out way, way too fast, before he can shut his damn mouth-]

You have great breasts.

[THAT HUG WAS SO DAMN CUTE. FUCK. WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND SCREW IT UP]

[helmets]

[ you have great breasts.

oh my god. ]

[helmets]

[ there are too many things going on right now. what does she say to that? what should she say to that? how should she even feel about it? did he think her breasts weren't great before? breasts are just breasts though? why is it a big deal? she thought hers were normal and not particularly great? does it even matter? ]

[helmets]

[ but her embarrassment catches up to her and she jerks out of his hold, hand reflexively hitting him in the side. ]

[kaihentai]

[As soon as her elbow jabs into his ribcage, the pain that surges through his body is enough to make him realize what he's done. Sakamoto falls over and onto the floor, lying limp for a good minute or so.

There's no dirt here, they're inside, so he can't bury himself in it. There is no way to hide his shame. As he rolls over to one side, he catches sight of a very familiar thing.]

Ah, the garbage. Just where I belong.

1/2

[helmets]

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[helmets]

[ she leans down a little after a moment or two, checking to see if he's okay. but she knows he's dealt with much worse, having rescued him that time at the photo convention. so, she simply offers him a hand and a: ]

I'm sorry.