[ He's right about that -- this really was a chance encounter, and it's one that she's grateful for. Even thinking about going home now is just... very strange. She knows it'll happen eventually, probably, and it'll hurt when that time comes. But for now... she'll enjoy the time that they've got. ]
Yeah, tell me about it. I can't wait to get out of there next year. Without Shiho, I'm definitely transferring to somewhere far, far away from Japan. I don't know where yet, but... I'm out. [ Peace, Japan. Those are her plans, at least... what she actually ends up doing? Who knows yet. She'll... have to figure out some way to pay him back, should he actually be able to locate sewing supplies, though.
He says he wants to, and he sounds pretty damned sincere. For the umpteenth time today, she can feel her heart flutter wildly within her chest. Losing doesn't... really sound half bad right about now, but she still has to put up some sort of a fight. He asked for a challenge, and it's a challenge he's going to get. ] Okay, then... wait, pink would look good on you! You have pretty hands, you could pull it off!
[ Especially with the pretty glittery pink she's already thinking about topping his nails with. Of course, she hasn't considered that he could just stay inside for two days. Details to hash out later.
He's not kidding here -- she's taking this more seriously than she had earlier. She'd been busy running all of the worst case scenarios through her brain, wanting to start putting her emotions far behind her and start moving on from this strange crush... feelings, whatever it should be called that she's developed for him. Truth be told, Seto Kaiba is the last person that she ever thought she'd fall for, but when she fell? She fell hard and she doesn't quite know how to deal with that. This isn't anything like the chick flicks that she enjoys so much, there's no rain soaked confessions of undying love to be seen here.
Instead, there's a beach, which if not for all the garbage, might be considered romantic... and a race. A race that, in fact, she's actually confident now after her little stunt that she's going to win. Yes, it means not getting to go on that date, but it also means she gets to give him a manicure and jump around and do a few victory cartwheels to really rub salt in the wounds. Victory is just a mere few paces away, she can almost taste it--
Until, out of the corner of her eye, she sees him move. He's doing something -- the hell is that in his hand? At first, she thinks that he's going to toss that thing at her, but when it lands in her path, she doesn't... have adequate time to react. Her second thought, at least, is that for someone who said that his style clashed with pink, he sure was carrying a pink... ball around. Mostly, though, she's concerned with what comes out of it -- a giraffe with wings, of all things.
It appears SO close to her she has NO time to react, and she lets out an indignant yelp as she smacks RIGHT into one of its legs and knocks herself flat onto her ass. She's stunned, and unfortunately, in the few seconds it takes for her to get her wits together and realize what's happened, Seto's gained the lead and has crossed their designated finish line.
She blinks a few times, staggering to her feet with a groan -- that hurt, dammit, and it knocked wind out of her to boot. She does check the poor animal's leg and gives it a few apologetic pats, at least, before she staggers over to the finish line, gasping for air. ]
Cheater--! That-- [ Hold on. Give her a second, she literally just slammed full force into a random fucking animal, okay. She doubles over for a second, hands on her hips as she tries to take a good few gulps of air, before she straightens and fixes a glare at him. ] --was cheating, rematch. Now! No painful animals involved!
no subject
Yeah, tell me about it. I can't wait to get out of there next year. Without Shiho, I'm definitely transferring to somewhere far, far away from Japan. I don't know where yet, but... I'm out. [ Peace, Japan. Those are her plans, at least... what she actually ends up doing? Who knows yet. She'll... have to figure out some way to pay him back, should he actually be able to locate sewing supplies, though.
He says he wants to, and he sounds pretty damned sincere. For the umpteenth time today, she can feel her heart flutter wildly within her chest. Losing doesn't... really sound half bad right about now, but she still has to put up some sort of a fight. He asked for a challenge, and it's a challenge he's going to get. ] Okay, then... wait, pink would look good on you! You have pretty hands, you could pull it off!
[ Especially with the pretty glittery pink she's already thinking about topping his nails with. Of course, she hasn't considered that he could just stay inside for two days. Details to hash out later.
He's not kidding here -- she's taking this more seriously than she had earlier. She'd been busy running all of the worst case scenarios through her brain, wanting to start putting her emotions far behind her and start moving on from this strange crush... feelings, whatever it should be called that she's developed for him. Truth be told, Seto Kaiba is the last person that she ever thought she'd fall for, but when she fell? She fell hard and she doesn't quite know how to deal with that. This isn't anything like the chick flicks that she enjoys so much, there's no rain soaked confessions of undying love to be seen here.
Instead, there's a beach, which if not for all the garbage, might be considered romantic... and a race. A race that, in fact, she's actually confident now after her little stunt that she's going to win. Yes, it means not getting to go on that date, but it also means she gets to give him a manicure and jump around and do a few victory cartwheels to really rub salt in the wounds. Victory is just a mere few paces away, she can almost taste it--
Until, out of the corner of her eye, she sees him move. He's doing something -- the hell is that in his hand? At first, she thinks that he's going to toss that thing at her, but when it lands in her path, she doesn't... have adequate time to react. Her second thought, at least, is that for someone who said that his style clashed with pink, he sure was carrying a pink... ball around. Mostly, though, she's concerned with what comes out of it -- a giraffe with wings, of all things.
It appears SO close to her she has NO time to react, and she lets out an indignant yelp as she smacks RIGHT into one of its legs and knocks herself flat onto her ass. She's stunned, and unfortunately, in the few seconds it takes for her to get her wits together and realize what's happened, Seto's gained the lead and has crossed their designated finish line.
She blinks a few times, staggering to her feet with a groan -- that hurt, dammit, and it knocked wind out of her to boot. She does check the poor animal's leg and gives it a few apologetic pats, at least, before she staggers over to the finish line, gasping for air. ]
Cheater--! That-- [ Hold on. Give her a second, she literally just slammed full force into a random fucking animal, okay. She doubles over for a second, hands on her hips as she tries to take a good few gulps of air, before she straightens and fixes a glare at him. ] --was cheating, rematch. Now! No painful animals involved!