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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
//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
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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.]
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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?
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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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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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All this excitement, just from a hug? Boy, does he have it bad.]
T-thank you.
[he is ded]
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but, wait. he's sweating? and thanking her? she pulls back just enough to see his face. ]
Are you alright?
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You have great breasts.
[THAT HUG WAS SO DAMN CUTE. FUCK. WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND SCREW IT UP]
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oh my god. ]
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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.
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I'm sorry.
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[He takes her hand all too quickly, biting his tongue. He'd like to ask if she wants to try again, he's tempted to pull her down to the floor with him, but Celty has already shown that she isn't that type of girl.
Jokes aside, she seemed comfortable pressed up against his chest. It's strange it's strange because he can't run his hands through her hair or cup her cheek with his palm, can't kiss her on the lips or nose or eyelids or anything like that.
This is for the best. This way, he won't do anything more idiotic.]
I was the one bein' stupid.
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It's alright. I invited you and here I am, hurting you. That's no way to treat a guest.
[ the nerves come back again, briefly, as she rubs the back of her neck. ]
If you don't mind waiting, I can get started on dinner?
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[...Sakamoto.
(ok he may have enjoyed the roughhousing in very gross ways)]
Sure! Go ahead. Take as long as you want! I like spendin' time with ya.
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[ ah... it's been a while since she's cooked for anyone. ]
Do you have any requests?
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[Was she speaking? He's pretty distracted by the sight of her in that apron. If she has no head, how does she taste her stuff? Mmmmm.]
You look real cute in that apron.
[Maybe she loves seeing the other person enjoy their meal.]
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