[it's not like the hesitation made her nervous or anything - but the slight bashfulness on ichiro's part always emboldens her for some reason. she laughs (with only a touch of nerves) before she nods]
I'll start thinking of what I'd like on the menu then.
[miss iris your confidence
but then she'll move before she loses her edge, taking the chocolatey end of the pocky between her lips, waiting]
[ fun fact about me is that i didn't tag this back because i had no good icons and so i just gave up and renewed my paid
anyway
alright!! ALRIGHT!!! okay this is fine. look. see. it's fine. he's gonna make sure that iris feels super comfortable playing and make sure she doesn't feel like it's Too Much. that's really important, for ichiro, and he makes a playfully offended face when she goes off and assumes she's gonna win, then grins at her. this is very cool and casual, but his ears are turning red behind his hair. it's fine.
the competitive streak outweighs the cute girl instinct, so he comes over, sitting down so the height difference isn't nuts, glances at iris - and then screws his courage to the sticking place, leans over, and takes a bigass bite of the other end, taking off the biscuit, unfrosted part completely and then a little. ichiro yamada has never been one to take a low-key first move. ]
[i love this i respect your dedication sisi and i match you bc i renewed iris' paid too lmao
terribly cool, terribly casual. the corners of her lips raise just a centimeter when she catches that his ears are turning red... but she will nonetheless wait for him to make his move -
and what a move it is.
there is a tiny part of iris' brain that starts setting off alarms, because she already cannot recall the last time someone was this close into her space. (and when she does remember, she'll recall that it was him. it was still him.) but for now the recognition that he's made a bold statement is what catches her attention primarily, and iris lana armelia is simply not one to be intimidated.
she tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, already preemptively hoping their noses won't bump, and takes the exact same amount of a bite as him. she catches his gaze evenly and waits.
this game will be over in three bites max at this rate damn]
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[is what she asks, but. she looks thoughtful for a moment before pointing the pocky stick in his direction, dead on.]
Are you not feeling up for the challenge?
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...
[ you know what ]
...Aight, bet. You're on!
[ sometimes you are both competitive. but he will come over closer then, eyeing the pocky stick a bit. ] Loser's gotta make dinner for the winner?
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I'll start thinking of what I'd like on the menu then.
[miss iris your confidence
but then she'll move before she loses her edge, taking the chocolatey end of the pocky between her lips, waiting]
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anyway
alright!! ALRIGHT!!! okay this is fine. look. see. it's fine. he's gonna make sure that iris feels super comfortable playing and make sure she doesn't feel like it's Too Much. that's really important, for ichiro, and he makes a playfully offended face when she goes off and assumes she's gonna win, then grins at her. this is very cool and casual, but his ears are turning red behind his hair. it's fine.
the competitive streak outweighs the cute girl instinct, so he comes over, sitting down so the height difference isn't nuts, glances at iris - and then screws his courage to the sticking place, leans over, and takes a bigass bite of the other end, taking off the biscuit, unfrosted part completely and then a little. ichiro yamada has never been one to take a low-key first move. ]
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terribly cool, terribly casual. the corners of her lips raise just a centimeter when she catches that his ears are turning red... but she will nonetheless wait for him to make his move -
and what a move it is.
there is a tiny part of iris' brain that starts setting off alarms, because she already cannot recall the last time someone was this close into her space. (and when she does remember, she'll recall that it was him. it was still him.) but for now the recognition that he's made a bold statement is what catches her attention primarily, and iris lana armelia is simply not one to be intimidated.
she tilts her head to the side ever so slightly, already preemptively hoping their noses won't bump, and takes the exact same amount of a bite as him. she catches his gaze evenly and waits.
this game will be over in three bites max at this rate damn]