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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]

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. )

[freshprints]

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. )