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sweets were outlawed in the wonderland she grew up with; her arrival in auradon has brought forth a once suppressed sweet tooth.
❛ that one, ❜ as she points to the display. ❛ and just black coffee .. * 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. ❜
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❛ oh, i think you could definitely pull them off, luis. they’ll help with this whole 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 thing you’re trying out. ❜
gaze roves across the display of treats, pausing on a cinnamon roll smothered in frosting. ↷
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he follows in behind her, a sudden urge to wrap his arms around her waist that he has to fight against — luckily, her comment about her boots puts him back into focus.
“ i don’t think they’d go with my style , chica . besides, i’d still run circles around you . ” he jests, —
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cue another roll of her eyes at the exaggerated flexing, though the smile beginning to tug at the corners of her mouth. ❛ yeah, yeah. i guess you were pretty great. ❜
that cherry red flush briefly returns as she steps ↷
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“ you did a good, princess, buuut — ” he hits one of his favourite flex poses, a grin sprawled out on his stupid face. “ — i was great. ”
he basked in his own glory for just long enough to not be 𝘵𝘰𝘰 narcissistic.
allowing his body to relax, he released a hearty chuckle. —
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through the doorway, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods hitting her. arms cross over her chest to chase away any potential urge to reach for that stupid hand again.
❛ .. thanks. i mean, i definitely would’ve ↷
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front of a rather smug luis.
❛ whew, ❜ she pants, lifting a hand to wipe at her brow. ❛ close one, madrigal. ❜ 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
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the awkwardness presses in like a physical weight, and the rare glimpse of defeat makes her wonder if 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
she doesn’t want to dwell on that ⸻ so much so that red is grateful ↷
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a pit forms in his stomach at her defensive words, he seriously did not understand this whole girl thing — in spite of popular rumours of the smouldering madrigal.
“ yeah, that 𝘸𝘢𝘴 weird. ” he defeatedly agrees, leaving a awkward silence before he swallowed his pride —
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when luis breaks into a sprint. combat boots thud against pavement as she eagerly chases after him; she never backs down from a challenge.
.. even when she loses. she’s painfully winded when she finally catches up, halting in ↷
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[ she’s terrible at this whole .. 𝘣𝘰𝘺 thing. ]
❛ don’t worry about it, ❜ she says too quickly, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting and cursing the stinging in her cheeks. ❛ no need to make it 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑. ❜
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red is quick on her feet — always has been, except for when his excitement nearly topples her over. his hand in hers is steadying, warm; she feels the strength in his grip and a part of her doesn’t ever want to let go. ↷
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he purses his lips, mulling it over.
“ café, huh ? sounds great ! what are we waiting for ? ¡ vámanos ! ”
he almost blasts off like a jet; feeling red’s arm loosen from his. his instinctual reaction? grab her hand and hold it tight.
there’s a beat before he looks down —
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cheeks burn a bright cherry red, the flush spreading down to her neck even further at his apology. like he didn’t mean to. her first reaction is to awkwardly shrug his hand away before he can suspect she maybe didn’t mind it. ↷
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