"I get where you're coming from. My birthday has felt like normal days for a long time, I say this as it's next month...
Have a late happy birthday from me."
". . ."
A blink.
Slowly leaning back and a singular finger raised.
"Sorry about this."
What proceeded was the most horrendous of food consumption that could be witnessed, something close to a legitimate felony.
Within 15 seconds, his bowl was empty.
"Yep."
a tilt of her head. a thought, a moment. her eyes journeyed with his before being drawn back to the present & the now.
" โฆ we could take what remains in takeout boxes, " she suggested, a brow raised.
"I think-. . ."
Eyes momentarily wandered, to glance the room.
Maybe this was too forward, maybe it could be throwing people off their meal.
Maybe tension was rising to an uncontrolled point, an event horizon; consequences.
Then-
it doesn't matter.
"I don't want to think at all."
just as his weakness was her โฆ
heated, tempered steel even went red.
" Youโre getting bold โฆ " murmured, under soft breath, " Are you sure you want to play games like this, Makoto? "
The small voice in the back of his brain finally reacted.
Whispering to him, something fierce.
Leaning forward, across the table until his lips were barely brushing against her own; eyes never leaving her own.
"Nothing wrong, maybe something too good."
That voice?
Get her back.
" Ah? Am I doing something wrong? I didnโt even hint at anything that time โฆ "
a fake pout far from innocent, framed as her chin leaned forward & placed themselves upon her hands. fluttering eyelashes.
" I can stop though if you want. "
"You can use me how you-"
Caught.
Jaw chomping shut into a lock.
Eyes wide before looking into the bowl before him, then mustering the confidence to look back up.
Slowly, did a hand raise.
Shakily.
"You know I'm weak for you, this isn't fair."
oh, her dear hero was simply adorable. the twirled lock was released before he short - circuited the restaurant.
" Silky suits you. Be free to use my products as much as you like. "