She's sure he still doesn't believe her from that long sigh, just that he's conceding. What for, she doesn't know. But she doesn't want this kind of awkwardness to remain.]
It would not have been done at all, if not for...[She clears her throat.]
I am not sure how, but I will take responsibility.
[WOW????? She'll out pretty him (how the heck no she won't.)]
A-ah, yes, I will see what I can do... [How do you forget this incident when he parades in this kind of set of pj's all the time?! And apparently, little known fact to her, he forgot how to live with girls.]
Oh! [She jumps, almost forgetting about the kettle, which has turned off now since it was done a bit ago. Also she has bitchy resting face, everything she does sound like threats.]
[ Deal with it, he's hotter. He puts in effort to make sure he is. ]
If you can spare some, yes.
[ Can they just drink tea and forget about this. He makes a mental note to prepare some sort of towel to throw on when he leaves his room... just in case.
Maybe he needs to up his frosty resting face too - not that he doesn't already have one. ]
[WHOA? Fine he'll dress like her and she'll dress like him, she'll show him what for!!!]
I will make some right now. [She starts brewing the chamomile tea now, and as it soaks, she goes back to square one: reaching for another tea cup because he needs one.
Only she stops so she can get a step stool.
His frosty resting face is not as awesome as her bitching resting face only because he can throw on a refreshing smile whenever he can. She's so jealous. Also will he really remember about the towel. She doesn't even wear a towel, she just goes around the house in shorts, god.]
[He's like Yu Narukami/Souji Seta. She'll show him by wearing his uniform.
Once he's settled down, she makes she his tea cup is put in front of him, nice and hot--] Be careful... [--before moving her own to place before her seat.]
Silence is fine by her anyway, especially when they're meant to be quiet. It lets her sip her tea in peace, and he's actually a pretty good companion for this.
At the same time, silence means she can THINK ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED so she might sink into her seat a little.]
[ He would, actually. Especially if you don't friendzone him, he'll give you his affections and never let you go. Ever.
Tokiya doesn't seem particularly bothered by this, if only because of the fact that he's holding his cup in both hands to block the offendingly low cut of his shirt.
Is it really offendingly low. HE DIDN'T SEEN OFFENDED BEFORE. She is trying not to think about it, thankfully. Also his attempts at leveling his cup can be appreciated.
She doesn't even react this bad to the swim boys so she'll be much more chill about this once she remembers that. Which she is beginning to now, so she sits up again.]
Of course, I will write it down to make it easier.
[She moves to pick up a pen and paper, and then returns, and scribbles down all the ingredients and instructions, including recommending brewing. After she's done, she tears it out and slides it over to him.]
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She's sure he still doesn't believe her from that long sigh, just that he's conceding. What for, she doesn't know. But she doesn't want this kind of awkwardness to remain.]
It would not have been done at all, if not for...[She clears her throat.]
I am not sure how, but I will take responsibility.
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Forget about this incident, please.
[ He still hasn't unfolded his arms, but there are things to do and he is going to do them. ]
Are you still intending to make tea?
[ Why does her acceptance of responsibility sound like a threat... ]
omg murder emoji...
A-ah, yes, I will see what I can do... [How do you forget this incident when he parades in this kind of set of pj's all the time?! And apparently, little known fact to her, he forgot how to live with girls.]
Oh! [She jumps, almost forgetting about the kettle, which has turned off now since it was done a bit ago. Also she has bitchy resting face, everything she does sound like threats.]
Y-yes, I still am! Goodness, do you want some?
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If you can spare some, yes.
[ Can they just drink tea and forget about this. He makes a mental note to prepare some sort of towel to throw on when he leaves his room... just in case.
Maybe he needs to up his frosty resting face too - not that he doesn't already have one. ]
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I will make some right now. [She starts brewing the chamomile tea now, and as it soaks, she goes back to square one: reaching for another tea cup because he needs one.
Only she stops so she can get a step stool.
His frosty resting face is not as awesome as her bitching resting face only because he can throw on a refreshing smile whenever he can. She's so jealous. Also will he really remember about the towel. She doesn't even wear a towel, she just goes around the house in shorts, god.]
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While she's off to get the step stool, he calls her to wait and gets the cup down himself. No need to make extra sounds that could wake the others up.
It comes with acting. And at least he isn't staring at her legs. ]
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She stops, then watches as he gets the cup. Once he does--]
Thank you. [Now she can pour him tea first, after it has brewed enough.
See, she's no good at acting so shhhh. And could he even see her legs at his angle. Exactly.]
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To her words, he just nods, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. ]
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Once he's settled down, she makes she his tea cup is put in front of him, nice and hot--] Be careful... [--before moving her own to place before her seat.]
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Thank you.
[ He blows on the tea a few times before taking a sip. ]
It's good.
[ Is he impressed? Maybe. Probably. ]
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You're welcome. [And she picks up her own tea cup, blowing gently before sipping it herself.
And she blinks and looks up.]
Ah, thank you. I am glad you approve.
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Without much else to add, he lets silence take its place in their conversation. ]
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Silence is fine by her anyway, especially when they're meant to be quiet. It lets her sip her tea in peace, and he's actually a pretty good companion for this.
At the same time, silence means she can THINK ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED so she might sink into her seat a little.]
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Tokiya doesn't seem particularly bothered by this, if only because of the fact that he's holding his cup in both hands to block the offendingly low cut of his shirt.
Maybe. ]
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Is it really offendingly low. HE DIDN'T SEEN OFFENDED BEFORE. She is trying not to think about it, thankfully. Also his attempts at leveling his cup can be appreciated.
She doesn't even react this bad to the swim boys so she'll be much more chill about this once she remembers that. Which she is beginning to now, so she sits up again.]
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They really are just going to stare at their tea, aren't they. ]
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At this rate, they really would, and Vietnam is having one of those rare moments where she understands what an awkward silence is. Curse you, mantits.
She's about half way though, so she moves to grab the tea pot. Before refilling her own though, she looks over at his cup.]
Would you like some more?
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He appears to consider the question for a moment before replying. ]
I would.
[ Getting up to fill it himself now. Don't help him, he can do it alone!! ]
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She's reaching for it though!! Which probably means she at least touches the pot first.]
A-ah, I can do it!
[Since she noticed that he got up. She doesn't know he's trying to be ~independent~]
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Elongated sigh. Since she already touched it, he can't really object. ]
Thank you.
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SUCCESS. So she fills his cup now. There, nice and generous.]
You're welcome. [And she refills her own.] Were you looking for something in particular before? I must've interrupted you.
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No, I just came out for some water.
[ They sort of came out for the same thing, even. ]
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Oh! [She settles back down with a full cup, looking between it and his own.]
Then it seems I coincidentally helped.
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Thank you.
[ A pause, as he takes another sip. ]
Would you mind telling me the recipe?
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Of course, I will write it down to make it easier.
[She moves to pick up a pen and paper, and then returns, and scribbles down all the ingredients and instructions, including recommending brewing. After she's done, she tears it out and slides it over to him.]
Here.
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