[ you're right, it won't do anything ... his hair seems to be in a perpetual disarray as though he is always standing halfway in a wind. for now, neither of them acknowledging the scarf wrapped securely around his neck, vash cranes his head to peer down at mitsuru as she takes the box from him to check the description. ]
Haha ... of course I did! That's the first one you showed me to read, after all! I really like it too!!
[ She'd noticed the scarf of course - hard not to zone in on it when she'd spent far too long debating whether or not to actually give it to him. She might have even walked past it more than once in that particular store before finally deciding to purchase it for him. So yeah, she definitely spots it and makes a valiant effort to suppress all kinds of confusing feelings about the fact that he'd apparently opted to wear it almost right away. ]
I'm glad you liked it so much. [ The book, not the scarf. Although it isn't lost on her that she could be talking about either here, secretly.
Anyway, attention back on the gift box now that she's certain it was definitely meant for her, she lifts the small lid and peels back a few layers of tissue paper to find a fancy looking hair pin inside. The end of it is decorated with a very delicate looking snowflake charm. Almost like it's actually made of ice... That makes Mitsuru smile a little. ]
Not something I'd normally wear but I suppose the detail is quite appropriate... [ And just in the spirit of the event, as corny as it might be, she'll reach up to start carefully fastening it in her hair as she continues, ] Did, um, someone find your box yet?
it's always amazing to him how people in this world could have the leisure of mind to make things purely for the decorative nature and not just only for functionality of it ... the abundance of all the different food aside, that's what strikes him the most. same with the gift he's received from her, of course. speaking of ... ]
Thank you again, by the way. [ not that he's particularly bothered by the turn of the weather, but the added warmth and softness is ... nice. yet another thing he's having to consciously get used to. ]
Um - I don't think so? Why, did you find one?
[ though he can't imagine just what kind of clue they'd decide to come up for someone like him ... ]
[ It is pretty!! And unknown to the person who is now wearing it in her long red hair, it is completely and utterly messing with her. The moment the pin is nestled in her locks she feels... odd, uncomfortable, as though she's dying to speak and if she doesn't the consequences will be dire. Which makes absolutely no sense, evident in her sudden pensive expression. ]
The scarf - it means something. That is, I gave it to you for a reason...
[ On that particular day. Even if she'd never planned to say a thing about it ever in a thousand years - not that she'd live that long but who knows, he might if his current age is anything to go by. It's a lonely thought, one that actually gives her a strange, uncomfortable constricting tightness in her chest. She simply can't let the thought go for some reason, can't stop herself saying what she's about to say. ]
I need to say something and I need you to just... be quiet for once. Don't say anything at all please, understood?
[ In fact, you know what, she's going to abruptly close the space between them and reach up to clamp one hand over his mouth and- ]
...I like you. As in, I like you. Please do not act like you don't understand what that means. I like you as more than a friend and in a moment I'm going to uncover your mouth, you aren't going to say anything at all and I'm going to walk away and try more of that dreadful drink they call punch for some reason.
[ and of course, vash does the exact opposite of what is being asked all the while completely agreeing with her; he probably doesn't even think of it as interrupting at all, this is encouragement? judging from the consternated expression on her face, it must be something serious, right? if there's anything he could do to help, he'd be more than happy to!!!! ]
Yes? Of course I'll be quiet? Why, what's so importa--
[ honestly mitsuru? mood.
the flow of words cut off abruptly mid-word by a hand clamping over his mouth, vash freezes in place with a wide-eyed, deer in headlights look; even the usual gesturing with his hands stop too, hovering awkwardly in the air as he just ... listens. as he is told to. ]
... Uh.
[ that doesn't count as saying anything, technically? right? ]
[ We’ll at least it’s nothing coherent. If he’d said anything else she might have died on the spot. More than she’s already dying already that is. She still has sense enough remaining to look completely mortified as she finally removes her hand from his mouth. ]
This is… so embarrassing…
I don’t need to go now, but I’m pretending that I do.
[ What on Earth is going on?! This hair pin is being hurled into the stratosphere if she ever figures it out, she probably will. Because she’s smart… just not when it comes to this it turns out.
Which is exactly why she’s going to make an incredibly speedy retreat and disappear amongst the other party guests. ]
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Haha ... of course I did! That's the first one you showed me to read, after all! I really like it too!!
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I'm glad you liked it so much. [ The book, not the scarf. Although it isn't lost on her that she could be talking about either here, secretly.
Anyway, attention back on the gift box now that she's certain it was definitely meant for her, she lifts the small lid and peels back a few layers of tissue paper to find a fancy looking hair pin inside. The end of it is decorated with a very delicate looking snowflake charm. Almost like it's actually made of ice... That makes Mitsuru smile a little. ]
Not something I'd normally wear but I suppose the detail is quite appropriate... [ And just in the spirit of the event, as corny as it might be, she'll reach up to start carefully fastening it in her hair as she continues, ] Did, um, someone find your box yet?
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it's always amazing to him how people in this world could have the leisure of mind to make things purely for the decorative nature and not just only for functionality of it ... the abundance of all the different food aside, that's what strikes him the most. same with the gift he's received from her, of course. speaking of ... ]
Thank you again, by the way. [ not that he's particularly bothered by the turn of the weather, but the added warmth and softness is ... nice. yet another thing he's having to consciously get used to. ]
Um - I don't think so? Why, did you find one?
[ though he can't imagine just what kind of clue they'd decide to come up for someone like him ... ]
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[ It is pretty!! And unknown to the person who is now wearing it in her long red hair, it is completely and utterly messing with her. The moment the pin is nestled in her locks she feels... odd, uncomfortable, as though she's dying to speak and if she doesn't the consequences will be dire. Which makes absolutely no sense, evident in her sudden pensive expression. ]
The scarf - it means something. That is, I gave it to you for a reason...
[ On that particular day. Even if she'd never planned to say a thing about it ever in a thousand years - not that she'd live that long but who knows, he might if his current age is anything to go by. It's a lonely thought, one that actually gives her a strange, uncomfortable constricting tightness in her chest. She simply can't let the thought go for some reason, can't stop herself saying what she's about to say. ]
I need to say something and I need you to just... be quiet for once. Don't say anything at all please, understood?
[ In fact, you know what, she's going to abruptly close the space between them and reach up to clamp one hand over his mouth and- ]
...I like you. As in, I like you. Please do not act like you don't understand what that means. I like you as more than a friend and in a moment I'm going to uncover your mouth, you aren't going to say anything at all and I'm going to walk away and try more of that dreadful drink they call punch for some reason.
dear lord
Yes? Of course I'll be quiet? Why, what's so importa--
[ honestly mitsuru? mood.
the flow of words cut off abruptly mid-word by a hand clamping over his mouth, vash freezes in place with a wide-eyed, deer in headlights look; even the usual gesturing with his hands stop too, hovering awkwardly in the air as he just ... listens. as he is told to. ]
... Uh.
[ that doesn't count as saying anything, technically? right? ]
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This is… so embarrassing…
I don’t need to go now, but I’m pretending that I do.
[ What on Earth is going on?! This hair pin is being hurled into the stratosphere if she ever figures it out, she probably will. Because she’s smart… just not when it comes to this it turns out.
Which is exactly why she’s going to make an incredibly speedy retreat and disappear amongst the other party guests. ]
tbc.....