[ she won't admit it, that the lightly rough voice catches her by surprise, and she certainly doesn't look it when she turns her head to look at him directly.
... It almost aches, how much she knows that face, the wide smirk, the lone eye bright beneath shaggy brown hair, and yet she knows she doesn't know him. Not beyond that brief instant, when he'd grinned up at her, dangling from the float, and she'd nodded her acknowledgment, throat dry.
For now, Takane's smile is a polite one with the slightest trace of challenge accepted. ]
To interrupt in the middle of a well-enjoyed meal would be considerably rude. [ the smallest of pauses, and on a breath-- ] Date Masamune.
no subject
... It almost aches, how much she knows that face, the wide smirk, the lone eye bright beneath shaggy brown hair, and yet she knows she doesn't know him. Not beyond that brief instant, when he'd grinned up at her, dangling from the float, and she'd nodded her acknowledgment, throat dry.
For now, Takane's smile is a polite one with the slightest trace of challenge accepted. ]
To interrupt in the middle of a well-enjoyed meal would be considerably rude. [ the smallest of pauses, and on a breath-- ] Date Masamune.