[ He wouldn't be wrong. Her doodling remains about that level even now, in fact! She will play games with him, or at least... she will try. Even if they have to make these games up for now. And she will also become insanely competitive and those high scores will be hers, just you wait, handsome. Seto, you need a spa day... ]
Ah-ah, not allowed. The address was correct. You can't send something back if it's addressed to the right person. [ None of this makes sense, but if Seto's willing to roll with the light hearted joking, then so is she, thanks.
She's totally unaware of the inner crisis he's having right now as she stuffs her foot into her other shoe, laughing as she almost topples herself over thanks to being on one leg and the uneven surface of the sand. When she looks up, he's watching her, and it makes her pulse quicken just that much more. She likes the way he's looking at her right now, like that gaze was reserved for her and only her, and it's... a really pleasant, albeit strange sensation. Like there's a million butterflies in her stomach just itching to get out. ]
Yeah... I think there's school issued loafers at the underground mall... school, but I think that's all that's there. I mean, I guess they'd be better than heels non stop. [ She does love her some heels, though. ] I guess I mostly just don't want to attract potential predators. I don't know if that even works like that here, but I don't really wanna chance it, either.
[ Because the last thing they need is to get chased down again, okay. She smiles at him again, giggling. ] It's okay. If you want to change your bet later, that's cool, too. I don't mind!
[ As long as it's nothing crazy, that is. Even if it is, if it means spending more time with him? She'll deal with it. His next comment catches her off guard, though, and for a split second her breath catches in her throat. ] A random workout date, then, huh? [ Okay. She can work with this and try to be... cool and not weird and nervous. She doesn't really feel nervous, though... she feels more bold than before, if anything. ] We're definitely both bad at making bets, I think. At least we're both getting what we want? [ This is so weird. She has so many questions -- like, did he seriously consider this a date? Because if he does, she does, too. What are they? These are all questions she is dying to ask but doesn't, because it's time to line up... and she doesn't want to make it awkward. Whatever this is that they're doing now is calm, casual.... and pretty natural, really. It feels right.
She can't focus on that right now, though. Winning or losing doesn't matter right now -- just getting into the 'game' so to speak does, because regardless of bets or anything else, she's promised to give her all and make this somewhat of a challenge, and that's what she intends on doing. She waits for him to give the count, and as soon as 'three' is uttered, she takes off as well. Her legs are a lot shorter than his, so her only bet is that she's got more stamina than he does. She's already trailing behind, but she's pushing herself so hard that the distance is really only a few inches that she's very concerned will grow if she's careful and doesn't pace herself. Isn't that what Ryuji said to do? He was the track star, not her, but she does remember him talking about it, giving them all tips and tricks of the trade during a meeting. Something about trying to breathe through your nose and exhale out your mouth? She's not even sure how that's going to help her here... ]
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And she will also become insanely competitive and those high scores will be hers, just you wait, handsome.Seto, you need a spa day... ]Ah-ah, not allowed. The address was correct. You can't send something back if it's addressed to the right person. [ None of this makes sense, but if Seto's willing to roll with the light hearted joking, then so is she, thanks.
She's totally unaware of the inner crisis he's having right now as she stuffs her foot into her other shoe, laughing as she almost topples herself over thanks to being on one leg and the uneven surface of the sand. When she looks up, he's watching her, and it makes her pulse quicken just that much more. She likes the way he's looking at her right now, like that gaze was reserved for her and only her, and it's... a really pleasant, albeit strange sensation. Like there's a million butterflies in her stomach just itching to get out. ]
Yeah... I think there's school issued loafers at the underground mall... school, but I think that's all that's there. I mean, I guess they'd be better than heels non stop. [ She does love her some heels, though. ] I guess I mostly just don't want to attract potential predators. I don't know if that even works like that here, but I don't really wanna chance it, either.
[ Because the last thing they need is to get chased down again, okay. She smiles at him again, giggling. ] It's okay. If you want to change your bet later, that's cool, too. I don't mind!
[ As long as it's nothing crazy, that is. Even if it is, if it means spending more time with him? She'll deal with it. His next comment catches her off guard, though, and for a split second her breath catches in her throat. ] A random workout date, then, huh? [ Okay. She can work with this and try to be... cool and not weird and nervous. She doesn't really feel nervous, though... she feels more bold than before, if anything. ] We're definitely both bad at making bets, I think. At least we're both getting what we want? [ This is so weird. She has so many questions -- like, did he seriously consider this a date? Because if he does, she does, too. What are they? These are all questions she is dying to ask but doesn't, because it's time to line up... and she doesn't want to make it awkward. Whatever this is that they're doing now is calm, casual.... and pretty natural, really. It feels right.
She can't focus on that right now, though. Winning or losing doesn't matter right now -- just getting into the 'game' so to speak does, because regardless of bets or anything else, she's promised to give her all and make this somewhat of a challenge, and that's what she intends on doing. She waits for him to give the count, and as soon as 'three' is uttered, she takes off as well. Her legs are a lot shorter than his, so her only bet is that she's got more stamina than he does. She's already trailing behind, but she's pushing herself so hard that the distance is really only a few inches that she's very concerned will grow if she's careful and doesn't pace herself. Isn't that what Ryuji said to do? He was the track star, not her, but she does remember him talking about it, giving them all tips and tricks of the trade during a meeting. Something about trying to breathe through your nose and exhale out your mouth? She's not even sure how that's going to help her here... ]