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" i don't 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 what other people might judge about. my room, my choice! "
then, more meekly added:
" so there's no need to cover up. . .
𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. maybe i'll even show you mine. "
as humiliating as it is to admit her own emotion. .
this is an olive branch.
finally, it seems something clicks into place.
the missing piece, to aid in her understanding of his words, that could break through past the frustration she felt at him insulting himself.
he thinks she's upset by 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
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He noticed her frown before seeing her looking at his hands - one scarred as if it had been run through several blenders and the other mechanical. It’d nearly skeletal if not for the mechanical sounds coming from his fingers twitching
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drawing the bouquet toward her chest, a small step is taken toward him.
where he cannot manage to push through this space, she 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.
" i. . . i was just—— 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, okay? "
a softer smile is offered, head tilted upward to meet his eyes directly.
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she feels guilty,
& hana song does 𝘯𝘰𝘵 handle guilt well.
reaching out encircle digits around his hand that still yet holds the bouquet, she just about manages to peek at him.
shame, mixed with something else.
" & i—— i wasn't gonna bail on you, okay? "
it's a rare sight to see.
even rarer, that his usually stoic visage seems to have shattered.
though, what he adds to his words does cause her to frown.
" . . . you're 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 human to me. "
a soft huff to follow, gaze averting aside.
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“ i didn’t know what you liked..! “
His mask was up but even through it you could tell he was a covered in a warm red blush - ‘a dork, she thinks I’m a dork💧’
“ it’s not dorky, Hana, I may be a machine now but once upon a time I too was human “ -
( ' 𝘩ä𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯. . . ' ? ✍🏻 💭 * )
y—— yeah?
i mean, 𝘩𝘦𝘩, of course it does!
after all, you're in the company of 𝘵𝘩𝘦 송하나!
( accompanied by a playful wink, the plate is scooped up, alongside a spare. she's dutifully ready to begin table prepping! )
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" did you. . . did you bring 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴? "
& all at once, a bark of laughter forces itself past her lips.
yet she's smiling,
cheeks are flushed.
" that's 𝘴𝘰 dorky of you, you know! "
even still, she's padding closer, gaze shimmering when it finds his.
on the bright side, it seems they had both opted for casual.
though, upon the door sliding open, the contrast between their light & dark colour choices are evident.
a pastel pink oversized hoodie for herself, light grey sweats to vaguely compliment it.
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Mere moments after there was a buzz at her door - 𝘩𝘦 was here..and he brought 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.ᐣ
He didn’t really seemed to be dressed for anything fancy, a simple black hoodie and sweats to cover up his rather - 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙮𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨 -
He looked embarrassed-
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after all, being comfortable was the most important thing, given the hectic nature of their daily lives.
with a tilt of the head, & something caught in her periphery, hana quickly ushers him in over the threshold.
if sojourn saw this. . . 💧*
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y—— you did?
( 아, 내 심장. . . / / / 💦 * )
you worked so hard just for me, doc? hehe, 감사~.
would you. . . would you like to eat them—— 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, then. . . maybe. . . ?
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⠀You love it? *🥺
⠀Oh, I'm so glad! I worked really hard on it. I had to recook the waffles because the first Tokki didn't look quite right and I wanted it to be perfect!
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⠀Of course! And I feel very fondly towards you!
⠀It's why I've made you your own plate. I didn't have many cutters to work with, but I have a steady hand and tried my best to cut your waffle into Tokki's shape. *🥰 I hope you like it!
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