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[ it's okay king, take your time. it is cute that stoic guys like him appreciate her company, though. she knows all too well that opening up isn't easy, some more than others, but recently she's discovered that they've got more than enough time to get to know more about each other, not just physically.
and, well, physically speaking, blade doesn't look half-bad? she may have her own self-image issues, but she certainly isn't blind. her gaze dart down at his fingers that have touched her arm, sending a subtle message that's all-too clear to her and deepening the scarlet color on her cheeks as she takes his wrist, tugging him down and --
maybe later she'll apologize to the food stall vendor for the sudden pda, but she can't resist getting to her tiptoes and kissing him right on the cheek. just the cheek for now; wouldn't want to render those newly-served dumplings useless now, would we. ]
[ if the food vendor didn't want to be witness to sudden pda, they should have reconsidered vending at a festival put on by fuck resort! blade isn't thinking about the vendor at all as he bends down for ishmael to press her lips to his—cheek? the unexpected destination of the kiss makes him huff a noise, quiet but amused, and then with a burst of uncharacteristic playfulness blade cups ishmael's face to kiss her forehead briefly before he straightens up. ]
Cute.
[ not what he meant, but blade is sure ishmael knows that. it's... a strange thing, he thinks, that she feels so comfortable being like this with him. playful, teasing. blade isn't used to being treated this way, but little by little he's finding that he... doesn't mind it. likes it, even.
he let his hand linger briefly against ishmael's neck before his gaze slips back to the dumpling vendor, who is studiously looking at his cooking set up and not at the two of them. ]
[ ngl, she was expecting a kiss right back too. but the way he had to cup her cheeks first before planting one right on her forehead is too cute even for her, leaving her speechless as he pulls away like this isn't the first time he'd done this.
although, why is he holding her by the neck. next month she will discover that he has a tendency to do this to her too and it's like....... nobody's gonna come and take her away from you, wtf. she can't help but think that he could easily snap her neck right here too if he wanted, but he... doesn't seem to be a murderous type?
is he?
his quiet question cuts through her overthinking, thankfully. ]
Huh? Oh, yeah. I'll have one.
[ yet she doesn't make a move to take his hand down from her neck either. ]
[ the murderous type... well, not for ishmael, at least. :)
although ishmael doesn't remove his hand from its brief resting place, blade nonetheless drops it a moment later when he turns more fully to face the vendor. it doesn't seem that she objects, at least, but blade knows better than to wear out a welcome. he orders their dumplings, and while the vendor prepares it he slants a glance down at ishmael again, thinking. ]
...Find a seat? [ he asks after a second. ] Or we can eat as we walk.
[ either way, if the dumplings have the same effect on the second time around, it's likely that whether they walk or sit, they're eventually going to get distracted by making out. ]
[ and then she turns her back on blade as she runs off, taking dibs of the first empty bench she sees that overlooks one of the many rides in this festival, then places her hands on her lap with a heavy sigh.
what is she doing, prancing around like a teenage girl on her very first date, kissing a guy like she's done it all before. but it's not like they'll be the only ones kissing in public, with the dumplings being an apparent hit, and blade has yet to say anything against her whims, so there should be nothing to worry about. yet here she is being neurotic about it.
[ of course blade has nothing to say about her whims—right now they seem more like his whims. he's the one who asked her to walk with him to begin with, the one who suggested the kissing dumplings in the first place. if anything it's gratifying to blade that ishmael seems so willing to go along with his suggestions, clumsy and a little uncertain though they are.
it's not like he's had much cause to spend time with people this way, after all. least of all people like ishmael, who he likes, who isn't obligated to be in his company by the letters of the contracts they've signed with destiny's slave.
blade follows after ishmael once the dumplings have been handed over to him, easily spotting her and then coming to join her on the bench. it's a good seat with a nice view, and blade sets the small paper dish between them so they can both reach, then nudges it a little closer to ishmael so she can try it. blade's already had some, after all. ]
[ oh, that was quick. either they prepared the dumplings a little too fast, or ishmael spent too much time overthinking shit that she hadn't noticed blade approaching. now this definitely feels like a date, and she... doesn't know what to feel. it's not a negative feeling per se, not with blade here, but--
thankfully, blade's voice breaks through her neurotic line of thought, and she lets out a sigh and hopes that this'll be the end of her overthinking. ]
Oh, um, sure.
[ with the chopsticks provided, she expertly picks up a dumpling, gives it a few puffs to cool it off a bit, before popping it entirely in her mouth -- which is a bad decision because now her tongue is singed. ]
Ow, hot, hot...
[ it doesn't take long for her mouth to get accustomed to the temperature and flavor, though. she chews thoughtfully on it. ]
Mm, not bad. Needs some spicy sauce, actually. [ a pause. ] Want me to feed you?
[ maybe something in the middle—ishmael was preoccupied with her thoughts, but the vendor is in the practice of turning out many dishes an hour and is fast at getting the dumplings prepped. blade honestly hadn't been timing him, so he's none the wiser as he takes his seat next to ish.
he opens his mouth to say that they might be hot, but before he can voice the warning ishmael has already put the dumpling in her mouth. sorry, ish. blade winces just faintly, watching her draw in a sharp breath to cool off her tongue.
the issue of spicy sauce is one that blade could solve, theoretically, but he's forestalled from moving by the question that follows. feed him? blade doesn't think he's ever had someone feed him, at least not that he remembers. excluding, perhaps, one or two times kafka or silver wolf has shoved something in his mouth against his will. he blinks, feels a brief and entirely unexpected ghost of emotion—shyness of all things—before he nods slowly. ]
[ yay, he's letting her. he seemed a little surprise when she offered him to do so just now, which adds more to the cuteness factor. but at this rate, she might not even take him seriously after seeing him at his most gap moe.
(spoilers: it did not happen.)
for now, she turns to him fully, carefully picking up a dumpling with her chopsticks and raises it to blade's lips, extending her hand below his chin in case it drops or he makes a mess or something. with this, it really feels like they're on an actual date more than ever. ]
[ perhaps to ishmael's chagrin, blade does not actually say ahh. he does, however, open his mouth to accept the dumpling that's offered, thankfully without dropping it or making a mess. as his mouth closes around the food and the chopsticks, he finds himself making brief eye contact, but as he pulls back his gaze flicks away too. blade doesn't blush, of course. he's been alive for nearly eight centuries, long enough by far to have learned to control that particular reaction. nonetheless, at this distance his fluster is impossible to miss.
he sits back, chews, swallows. when he looks over again, he wonders if the impulse to kiss ishmael is a result of the dumpling or the circumstances. ]
You're right. It could use spice.
[ it's good, though. after a second, blade picks up his own set of disposable chopsticks and lifts the third of four dumplings, offering it to ishmael if she feels inclined to let him return the favor. ]
[ the slight flush in blade's cheeks couple by the desire to return the favor -- it's all too cute. this has become quite the date now, one that ishmael would have never dreamed of going in her lifetime. smiling, she leans in and takes the offered dumping into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as she sits back and looks at him.
really looks at him, wondering if she only wanted to kiss him because of the dumplings or because of the circumstances. and since they're here, they might as well beat the odds. ]
...It's also missing one more thing.
[ that's her only heads-up for blade before she leans in once more, impossibly closer this time, for a kiss on the lips this time. once again it is soft and chaste, until she laves her tongue over his bottom lip to taste more of the dumpling on his mouth. ]
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and, well, physically speaking, blade doesn't look half-bad? she may have her own self-image issues, but she certainly isn't blind. her gaze dart down at his fingers that have touched her arm, sending a subtle message that's all-too clear to her and deepening the scarlet color on her cheeks as she takes his wrist, tugging him down and --
maybe later she'll apologize to the food stall vendor for the sudden pda, but she can't resist getting to her tiptoes and kissing him right on the cheek. just the cheek for now; wouldn't want to render those newly-served dumplings useless now, would we. ]
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Cute.
[ not what he meant, but blade is sure ishmael knows that. it's... a strange thing, he thinks, that she feels so comfortable being like this with him. playful, teasing. blade isn't used to being treated this way, but little by little he's finding that he... doesn't mind it. likes it, even.
he let his hand linger briefly against ishmael's neck before his gaze slips back to the dumpling vendor, who is studiously looking at his cooking set up and not at the two of them. ]
Should we share?
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although, why is he holding her by the neck. next month she will discover that he has a tendency to do this to her too and it's like....... nobody's gonna come and take her away from you, wtf. she can't help but think that he could easily snap her neck right here too if he wanted, but he... doesn't seem to be a murderous type?
is he?
his quiet question cuts through her overthinking, thankfully. ]
Huh? Oh, yeah. I'll have one.
[ yet she doesn't make a move to take his hand down from her neck either. ]
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although ishmael doesn't remove his hand from its brief resting place, blade nonetheless drops it a moment later when he turns more fully to face the vendor. it doesn't seem that she objects, at least, but blade knows better than to wear out a welcome. he orders their dumplings, and while the vendor prepares it he slants a glance down at ishmael again, thinking. ]
...Find a seat? [ he asks after a second. ] Or we can eat as we walk.
[ either way, if the dumplings have the same effect on the second time around, it's likely that whether they walk or sit, they're eventually going to get distracted by making out. ]
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[ and then she turns her back on blade as she runs off, taking dibs of the first empty bench she sees that overlooks one of the many rides in this festival, then places her hands on her lap with a heavy sigh.
what is she doing, prancing around like a teenage girl on her very first date, kissing a guy like she's done it all before. but it's not like they'll be the only ones kissing in public, with the dumplings being an apparent hit, and blade has yet to say anything against her whims, so there should be nothing to worry about. yet here she is being neurotic about it.
it's fine, she'll wait for him till then. ]
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it's not like he's had much cause to spend time with people this way, after all. least of all people like ishmael, who he likes, who isn't obligated to be in his company by the letters of the contracts they've signed with destiny's slave.
blade follows after ishmael once the dumplings have been handed over to him, easily spotting her and then coming to join her on the bench. it's a good seat with a nice view, and blade sets the small paper dish between them so they can both reach, then nudges it a little closer to ishmael so she can try it. blade's already had some, after all. ]
You first.
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thankfully, blade's voice breaks through her neurotic line of thought, and she lets out a sigh and hopes that this'll be the end of her overthinking. ]
Oh, um, sure.
[ with the chopsticks provided, she expertly picks up a dumpling, gives it a few puffs to cool it off a bit, before popping it entirely in her mouth -- which is a bad decision because now her tongue is singed. ]
Ow, hot, hot...
[ it doesn't take long for her mouth to get accustomed to the temperature and flavor, though. she chews thoughtfully on it. ]
Mm, not bad. Needs some spicy sauce, actually. [ a pause. ] Want me to feed you?
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he opens his mouth to say that they might be hot, but before he can voice the warning ishmael has already put the dumpling in her mouth. sorry, ish. blade winces just faintly, watching her draw in a sharp breath to cool off her tongue.
the issue of spicy sauce is one that blade could solve, theoretically, but he's forestalled from moving by the question that follows. feed him? blade doesn't think he's ever had someone feed him, at least not that he remembers. excluding, perhaps, one or two times kafka or silver wolf has shoved something in his mouth against his will. he blinks, feels a brief and entirely unexpected ghost of emotion—shyness of all things—before he nods slowly. ]
...Sure.
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(spoilers: it did not happen.)
for now, she turns to him fully, carefully picking up a dumpling with her chopsticks and raises it to blade's lips, extending her hand below his chin in case it drops or he makes a mess or something. with this, it really feels like they're on an actual date more than ever. ]
All right, say ahh.
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he sits back, chews, swallows. when he looks over again, he wonders if the impulse to kiss ishmael is a result of the dumpling or the circumstances. ]
You're right. It could use spice.
[ it's good, though. after a second, blade picks up his own set of disposable chopsticks and lifts the third of four dumplings, offering it to ishmael if she feels inclined to let him return the favor. ]
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really looks at him, wondering if she only wanted to kiss him because of the dumplings or because of the circumstances. and since they're here, they might as well beat the odds. ]
...It's also missing one more thing.
[ that's her only heads-up for blade before she leans in once more, impossibly closer this time, for a kiss on the lips this time. once again it is soft and chaste, until she laves her tongue over his bottom lip to taste more of the dumpling on his mouth. ]