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KYOKO KIRIGIRI ✦ DANGAN RONPA
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Amethyst

"You've got that wrong. This number, that is."

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[snaphappy]

Too many and I'm gonna have to run extra...

( said with a typical comical groan, of course, but he's already trying to calculate how much more he'll have to work out to make up for it all. still, this is a gift that she's brought for him, so of course he's going to make sure that he wraps them up so that they'll stay until morning. bracing his hands on his legs, he pushes up onto his knees, first, and then up onto his feet, already moving to lift the box up and admire the pastries still left inside.

as far as the apartment goes, there's not too much in it for her to find yet--and even if there were? he thinks he might not even mind. the real things he doesn't want her to find are inside his head, after all, thoughts that he hasn't told her yet, and his gun is in the armiger for now, so it's safe too. his camera is out upstairs, though, on the bedside table.

the no pictures rule makes him laugh--and shift the box to one hand, backpedaling towards the kitchen while he uses his free hand to make a cross over his heart. )

Promise. I'll add it to the other thoughts I have of you, in my imagination, already.

( cheeky. but his turned back means that she's allowed to roam the apartment as she sees fit, while he takes care of sealing those pastries up safely. )

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Oh, will you? Then I'll have to do the same, won't I? If they're going to affect you so much, it stands to reason they'll affect me, too.

[Probably she is trying to disarm his apparent worries about the snacks; in practice she's presumably just signed herself up for MORNING RUNS. But that's fine. There are worse things in the world, or so she assumes.

While he cleans up, she can't help but snoop; it's just in her nature. She wanders easily, mentally comparing the layout of his studio to her own, cataloguing the amenities. It's pretty comparable to hers, though even in this short time he's managed to make his feel more like a residence, where hers is still stark and barren of personal touches. She should work on that, maybe. Once she finds something personal to add to it.

— except that then he says that, and she outright makes an undignified noise, looking over at him in unmitigated surprise.]

J-Just what sort of thoughts are you harboring, anyway?

[snaphappy]

What? ( he's not sure he's heard her properly, but he's grinning, because it sounded like she said-- ) What sort of thoughts, you said?

( okay, so he's never really been great in the kitchen. and this isn't even cooking! this is just wrapping something up to keep it from going bad. but he's already tried just wrapping up the whole box, which seems excessive, so now he's transferring the cream puffs to a plate, and then, upon better thinking, a bowl, before wrapping up the top of it. he doesn't know everywhere she's wandered, but he's heard her footsteps pattering around while he's been in the kitchen. )

Y'know. The kind of thoughts you have about someone you can't stop thinking about.

( satisfied, he tucks the bowl at the back of the counter, tosses the box, and then, clapping his hands, he ducks out of the kitchen to find her with a slight, pleased grin. )

Shall we? ( he offers her the crook of one arm, like she really needs the help going up the stairs to the place where the bed--and his clothes--are. )

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That's not even an answer!

[Damn it, she's actually more embarrassed by the fact that he managed to fluster her at all than she is by the topic that elicited the flustering. All the control over her features in the world isn't enough to control involuntary reactions like blushing; there's nothing she can do about it but wait for it to go down on its own, and it's not happening anytime soon.

Someone you can't stop thinking about. Did she ever, in her life, imagine that she would be that person for someone? People have to know you exist before they can think about you, and so much of her life has been about not being noticed, rather than the opposite.]

I'll pry them out of you sooner or later.

[All the huffing she's doing isn't doing a lot toward making her any less cute, however.]

[snaphappy]

They might make you blush more, you know. Be careful what you wish for!

( her blush is just one of those things that makes him smile: not the kind that he pushes up onto his face to deceive or soothe people, or the kind that's tentative in the face of uncertainty; this is a real smile, warm and bright and there for just long enough until it relaxes off of his features. it's one of those strange, giddy feelings that she gives him, when she's around, even when she's just texting him--he likes it, likes that she's here with him, too.

so he reaches out, playfully, and pinches the tip of her pink nose between his index and middle finger, tweaking it between his knuckles, before he immediately dances past her, clamoring for the stairs like he has to make a quick getaway. the stairs, however, are a little noisy: his bare feet clap against them until he finally dives up the top step and then, ridiculous and teasing, flattens his back to the wall of the loft bedroom like he's going to hide there or like she'll just, you know, happen to walk right past him and not notice.

either that, or he's going to leap out at her when she hops up the stairs after him. he'll see which works best. )