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sashayed · 7 years

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Good afternoon, elegant natural beauties. Do u guys want to read a short, incoherent stream-of-consciousness review of Every Single Perfume I’ve Sampled since May 2016? of course you do! I put a star next to the ones that are good on me. ��i originally wrote “next to the ones i recommend” but of course every perfume smells completely different on every person so Who Knows. i don’t wanna get blog sued for recommending you a fragrance that smells like a butt on you.

★ annick goutal ce soir ou jamais - rose! big, overblown, spicy rose. musky. amber. really good! a little too floral for me personally but it’s very like a flapper wearing a rose in her hair & i would recommend for somebody else

annick goutal grand amour - unremarkable, thin floral. also gone almost immediately?? what even was this. annick. get it together.

★ annick goutal nuit etoilee - ohhhh, yes. soothing, but not boring. something like -- blue-gray forests and -- mint tea? it's cool and delicate and sort of cozy. mint leaves and resin. herbal, graceful, understated: warm tea and a pine fire on a cold night. it’s too elegant to be homey. it’s like if your ex-wife of 20 years invited you over to dinner and everything in the house was lovely and the dogs were asleep and even the trees outside tapped their branches on the glass just as you remembered it, but over dinner you realized from the coolness of her glance and the graciousness of her manner toward you, you knew absolutely that she had moved on, and however kindly she treated you you would only ever be a guest in this house -- your ex-wife might wear this.

★ l'artisan mon numero 6 - sort of woodsy and masculine in a good way! sandalwood, hibiscus. a gamine in a bower.

annick goutal petite cherie edt - can something be both powdery and juicy? pear and soap? it's nice -- very girly and sort of demurely playful -- but even with a surprising musky note down in there, it doesn't make much of a statement.

★ atelier cedrat envirat - a greener, woodsier Orange Sanguine. in spite of the name, the cedar is much more of a basenote, a strong vibration; more noteable are the citrus tones, especially as it dries. more lemon-lime than orange. delicious and fresh and invigorating. i can wear OS at any season, but this feels very summer-specific.

balenciaga b. - fresh at first but then….weird old bread?? what? what is happening. it’s still not bad but there’s something so floury/powdery about it. in spite of that bakery/kitchen association it’s not spicy – it’s green & dry. Fine, but not a keeper.

cb i hate perfume burning leaves edt - not so impressive on me anymore. it used to feel cozy and i'd get a hint of rich woods but now that sweetness is more like....bbq sauce. like, i just smell like i wandered into your house with grill smoke in my unwashed hair. this is fine and great when it happens organically, but a lil too meaty for my taste in perfume. not great projection either.

cb i hate perfume i am a dandelion - sharp & earthy greens – what florals there are are more crushed than blooming. i’d want to layer this with something but by itself it’s too much mica/dirt on me.

cb i hate perfume wild hunt - WET EARTH. foliage and moss. ozone. that low alcoholic thing that’s very cb-typical. round dirt. fades very fast.

clean rain - cheap but good. nothing remarkable though and it fades VERY quickly to regular bar soap. you could get the same effect for a fraction of the price with that $8 cucumber melon body splash from bath & body works.

★ comme des garcons blue santal - oh HELLO good MORNING! clean, tomboyish, scented wood and juniper. a ski lodge smell -- outdoorsy, but more moneyed than natural. the perfume equivalent of super-expensive ”reclaimed wood” scandinavian furniture.

d'orsay intoxication - bluh. the two words that come to mind are “honey” and “widowhood,” tbh, which makes this sound better than it is. it's just a sort of indeterminate, dated chypre floral, with an old-lady's-bathroom musk. which is better than old-man's-bathroom musk, obviously, but i'm not into this.

★ demeter honeysuckle edt - as pure and natural on me as annick goutal’s way more expensive chevrefeuille. projection & lasting aren’t as good but SUCH a fresh, sweet, uncloying honeysuckle.

derek lam 10 crosby drunk on youth edp - your cute friend’s hair after a shower. fancy girl shampoo. then it blossoms out and gets deeper & sweeter--pure honeysuckle, but still soapy, hence the shampoo. lovely, but too $$$ for basically a nice bathroom-steam smell.

dkny be desired edp - starts w/ sweet grapefruit & violet – then that shampoo-y smell – then the shampoo gets synthetic. it’s not BAD exactly, just mad artificial with a sharper and sharper plastic line through it. although ooo, as it dies down it gets REALLY nice. not worth that early stuff but very sweet and sporty.

dolce & gabbana intense - strong & sweet. intoxicating but also marshmallowy? tuberose. kind of like a lollipop. yes. booze lollipop. i dig it but it’s too sweet to be a standby for me. although the boozy vanilla about 15 mins in is SUPER delicious.

elizabeth & james nirvana black - i’ve heard this suggested as a dupe for Black Orchid but nirvana is WAY sweeter on me. more licorice, less tobacco and the vanilla comes across much less organically. some scents kind of fold your own smell into themselves and enhance it? that’s the goal for me & this w/ my particular chemistry is like the opposite. very “mask”-y.

★ giorgio armani si edp - YUM. lychee with some sharper fizz behind. black pepper? then incense/spiced wood? super sophisticated & sexy. reviews say “vanilla” – i’m not getting that at all.

gucci flora glorious mandarin edt - a burst of tangerine, then low slightly spicy flowers. good, but not great.

★ guerlain idylle - oo. oooooo. delicious. this is described as a “floral” but i’m getting something richer – something of that amber vanilla musk that i used to get with Black Orchid. i guess i smell the rose under that. as it dries it gets sweeter but not in a bad way – fruit-sweet, like a wet raspberry.

★ imaginary authors cobra and the canary - tobacco, smoke, leather. very distinctive and really kind of nice. i think you could pair this with something femmey for a really interesting layered smell but WHO HAS THE TIME!!

★ issey miyake a scent - spring. sharp cut green flower stems. wet but guarded. crisp. lemon tree & hyacinth in the very back. like it a lot. as it wears down it becomes deeper and more floral – a wet garden. (had this on same arm w/ d&g intense & they’re like the opposite of each other. a palate refresher!)

★ juliette has a gun mmm - sooooo good! like….creamy white flowers and orange rind and cinnamon? as usual with white flowers it’s a little sweeter than the woman i picture myself to be, but true to its name it is DELICIOUS.

laura mercier nuits enchantees - VANILLA EXTRACT! so delicious but unfortunately then this weird powdery almost nutty?? note appears. almond? or wait: marzipan. ough, that must be the patchouli. yeah, no thanks.

le labo vanille 44 - so good at first! rich warm vanilla-extract vanilla. spicy. wintry. something a little like rubber or plastic – or playdoh?? – deep under it, which is the only drawback -- except that then as it dries it fades to just that rubber plastic thing. :/ this was a disappointing relationship.

miller harris la pluie - weirdly old & incongruous on me – like one of those perfume sampler packs i played dress up with as a kid. not bad, but seems to have nothing to do with my skin.

oscar de la renta something blue - PURPLE MARKER SMELL? remember those smelly markers and the purple one was really good? this is like a fancier version of that. then it goes to more complex flowers.

★ pinrose treehouse royal - this is SO FAMILIAR, why?? what is it? vitabath??? green, delicious, ginger underneath. cassis and vetiver. very clean. i’ve never tried pinrose before and i really like it!

★ pinrose campfire rebel - oh wow. oh WOW. green smoke. everything i stopped getting from burning leaves – none of that charcoal meatiness. just clean autumn air and good whiskey. i gotta get more pinrose!

★ prada luna rossa - POWERFUL dude musk. spicy herbal, amber-y. Very very masc. Feels like Jean Dujardin inviting you behind the boat house for a cigarette.

ralph lauren polo black a wealthy, slightly effete dude sauntering out of the locker room. tropical fruit and sandalwood. very clubby, but also VERY delicious – at first. unfortunately it fades FAST to Eau de Douche. like, not the vaginal hygeine product, just a douchey guy in a club. ugh.

ralph lauren romance - very femme perfume-y – the opposite of luna rossa. Flowers first – rose & lily? Feels like the dullest body splash you could get from Victoria’s Secret. Inoffensive, boring flowers.

stella mccartney sheer - fruity! a less strong l'imperatrice. juicy. sweet and soapy.

★★★ tom ford noir pour femme - ohhhh shiiiiiit yes. ohhhhh you’ve done it again thomas. musk and vanilla. warm smoke. cardamom. this perfume is a cardamum blessing. i feel so sophisticated yet sexy yet also somehow cozy and warm?? a femme fatale in an oversized sweater. oh god, it just gets better and warmer and sexier every minute. WHEN WILL I BE RICH?? @daeontherun bought me a tube of this for XMAS because she’s a SAINT and we all put it on and spent the rest of the evening deeply inhaling our own wrists. can’t recommend highly enough.

#perfume #perfumes #things i smelled that i love #lookin okay! with rave sashayed

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sophiemoreaux-blog · 7 years

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practice challenge one — first date

I decided I didn’t like the palace pretty quickly. The marble floors were just a little too smooth, the maids and butlers a little too quiet. I didn’t know how to spend my time. The Women’s Room was cramped with so many of us and held a significant amount of tension at any given moment. But I was in there most of the time anyway. I’d met some girls that I liked, and it wasn’t too terrible if I kept to them and myself, but Alexandra traipsed around like a peacock, constantly leaving drama in her wake.

At some point, I figured that it’d be easier to get on her good side. She looked like a girl who wasn’t afraid to throw a few punches to get what she wanted, but I couldn’t imagine that she’d stay in the Selection long. Not that I thought I would either. I approached her one day in the Women’s Room, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at every dreadfully ignorant thing she said as we walked towards the library.

She was beautiful, I’d give her that, and her personality was sharp as a dagger, but I had about as much interest in talking to her, pro-caste and anti-feminist as she was, as I had in talking to a poisonous snake. Alexandra continued to try and prove that she had superior wit, which she didn’t, and challenged essentially everything I did. Pretty soon, I lost the motivation to continue talking to her. We could begrudgingly tolerate each other, and that was what mattered.

A couple of days passed and the whole palace was buzzing with the excitement of our first dates. The other girls were constantly whispering to one another, making sure not to give their plans away lest they be copied. I painted my nails in the corner of the room instead. A couple girls came up to me and asked if I was nervous, like Aileen, who I’d met my first day at the palace during our makeovers when we’d reached for the same mirror. I told all of them that I was just going to wait and see what happened, it wasn’t a big deal. None of them believed me.

When my time came, Haiden came and knocked at my door. When I opened it, he was rubbing his palms against his pants.

“Hello, Lady Sophie, are you ready for your interview?” His eyes widened a little bit before he corrected himself. “Or date, I guess.” He laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. I smiled at him reassuringly.

“Ready as I can be.”

“So, um, where would you like to go?” His voice wavered a bit. I remembered from our interview that he sometimes stumbled over words, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was a nervous thing or just a Haiden thing. I explained my plan to him, an easy night with ice cream and movies I’d brought from home.

“Guess it’s not the most interesting first date but we’re confined to this glorified coffin, so I figured it would suffice.”

“U-uh, yeah sure, sounds great! Movie theater okay or do you have somewhere else in mind?” I smiled at him again.

“Movie theater sounds great.”

Haiden offered his arm to me and I took it, even though the gesture felt weird and oddly formal.

“So, uh, tell me more about yourself.” I decided that all the uh’s and um’s were endearing.

“Well, you know I’m from Tammins, and that generally makes up most of my life. I hike a lot, with friends, family, alone.” I paused and shrugged. “Whenever it’s not too cold to be outside I normally am. I guess that’s something nice about Angeles, it’s always warm here, or at least some degree of it.”

“Are you close with your family?”

“Yeah, very. I have a little brother, he’s fourteen, and then my parents are still together. We spend a lot of time together, but a little less now that Jonas and I are growing up a bit.” I missed them. It was too hard to write letters daily, but I wanted to know everything that was going on back home.

I found it surprisingly easy and not as awkward as I would have thought to talk to Haiden. I told him about my love of theatre and more about my family, and he listened carefully. Some part of me had a feeling that he was memorizing what I’d said. He told me that his favorite ice cream flavor was black licorice, which I was quick to criticize (how can anyone like black licorice?). It was easier than I thought.

“Tell me a secret, Lady Sophie.” I raised my eyebrows, surprised at his sudden rush of confidence. The prince wasn’t exactly awkward, but he certainly wasn’t as charismatic as he could’ve been, and hadn’t really asked me anything personal until then.

“A secret?” I said, pausing slightly to study his face. “I thought I told you to just call me Sophie.”

“Yes, a secret. And I don’t know, ‘Lady’ suits you.” I snorted and pulled my eyes away from his.

“Yeah, okay.” We were quiet for a second, the soft muttering of the movie playing behind us as I thought of something to say to the young prince. “I guess a secret is that I don’t really consider this a date.”

“Hm,” he mumbled, “interesting. Reason?”

“I don’t do the whole date first, friends later thing. Everyone I’ve ever liked has ben my friend first and I don’t really think that’s going to change just because I’m here,” I said softly. My mind flashed back to Tammins; to late night drives up mountain roads and sunny afternoons with ice cream in the park. I did my best to hide my blush, lest he think it was because of him.

“Fair enough. How about we don’t call this a date then… How about a friendly session of movie-watching and testing the waters.” He sounded so genuine that it was difficult to fight the urge to look at him. I smiled to myself.

“Delightful.”

I sensed another surge of boldness from the prince, and he leaned a little closer to me.

“Ask me something, my lady,” his voice was lower than I thought it would be before I came to the palace, and the timbre of it was surprisingly attractive.

“Will you stop calling me that?” I groaned a little. “Please,” I added as an afterthought.

“Maybe.”

I rolled my eyes and turned back to him.

“Tell me something. I told you a secret, now you tell me one.”

“Alright. I like spending time on the roof,” he said. It came off his tongue so quickly it was like he knew what I was going to say to him.

“Why the roof?”

“It’s comforting.”

“It’s high,” I said, “How is that comforting?”

“So are the mountains,” he said with a shrug.

“It’s different.”

“How so? Doesn’t seem different to me.” Of course a boy from the city wouldn’t be able to see the difference between mountains and a roof.

“I mean, when you’re hiking, you’re rarely able to fall completely off the mountain.” Unless a cliff was involved, but that was an entirely different story.

“I’ve never fallen off the roof, it’s completely safe.”

“I’m gonna have to respectfully disagree with you.” Suddenly, an image of my dad came to mind, of him standing at the roof of our house, hanging lights for Christmas. He had been so scared that he’d made Jonas put them up instead. I smiled at the thought.

“Well, as long as it’s respectfully…” Haiden laughed. I was started by the sound. It was nothing like his awkward placeholder from earlier. This laugh was warm and rich and comforting. It reminded me of Jada’s laugh, one you could listen to for hours. I smiled again. “Haven’t you ever done risky stuff?”

I chuckled to myself a little.

“I’ve done plenty of risky stuff. Just not on top of tall buildings. I wouldn’t call night hikes safe, especially when I go on them alone. It’s a bad habit my mother is trying to break me of. If you’re looking for rebellious: last summer, I snuck out most night to go to the various parties, stole the family car to get there, et cetera.”

“Night hikes. Sounds dangerous. You’re not at all afraid of them?”

“Depends on where I’m going, but mostly it’s just cool. My favorite is getting up to the top of a pass or something right as the sun begins to rise. Then you can watch it, the a nap, and head back down.”

“I could never do that,” he said. I wanted to tell him that he definitely could, but he kept talking. “As for stealing the family car… my parents should be more thankful that they never caught me getting into trouble.”

“They never caught you. So you do get into trouble?” I smirked, amused at the thought of this seemingly-perfect prince doing something wrong. It seemed almost impossible.

“Of course I do, I’m not completely boring.” I laughed then, and Haiden joined in.

“What about you,” he said, after the excitement had died down, “Have you lied to me yet?”

“Probably,” I mumbled. I hadn’t lied about anything, just withheld information. He didn’t respond to that.

“Are you an impatient person, Miss Moreaux?” My last name sounded delicate on his lips.

“Most definitely.”

“Me too, though you’d never guess it if you knew me. Do you want to be here, Miss Moreaux?” He asked it softly.

“Here in the palace? Or here, siting in this movie theatre, with you?”

“Either one.”

“Haven’t decided yet on the palace. But it turns out you’re not terrible company. How about you, Your Highness?”

Haiden slumped back in his chair, his head thrown back a little, looking at the ceiling of the dark theater.

“I’m rather enjoying your company, but not in the palace.” I didn’t have a chance to respond before he said, “Can I tell you a secret, Miss Moreaux?”

Even though the French on his tongue sounded divine, I still said, “If you stick to calling me just Sophie.”

“Alright, Miss Sophie,” he said. “I am… slightly kinda drunk right now. But shh.” He put his finger to his lips. A brief flare of anger flashed through me.

“And you let me sit here sober? Some friend,” I joked. He leaned closer to me and I could feel the warmth coming off of his skin. “So have you been trashed for all your dates or did you get all dolled up just for me?”

“I’m not trashed,” he protested. “And not every one. The last two, yes. I’m a nervous guy, don’t judge me.” I was judging him.

“Why are you so nervous in the first place?”

“There are so many girls here I haven't met. I'm so asocial, I'm telling you. I'm supposed to find a wife out of all of you, and I'm not a three whole days into it and I'm already have a mental breakdown. You must think something’s wrong with me, God.”

“Don’t think about it like there’s so much left to do; take it one girl at a time.”

“Easier said than done.” He sighed. “So, um, wow that was a mood-killer.”

“Look, just forget about everyone else in this palace. Your dad, your sisters, the maids and butlers, the other girls. It’s just you and me right now, right? Just think about that.”

“Okay, you and me. Me and Miss Sophie Moreaux from Tammins.” I really did like the way he said that. “You have a nice name. Is it French?”

“Yeah. My grandpa is from France.”

“How lovely. My family is from France, too.” We all knew that. He was quiet for a second. “I want to know more about you. If you don’t mind, I mean.”

“What do you want to know?” He thought for a second.

“Have you ever punched someone?”

“No one other than my brother.”

He hummed.

“Ever played spin the bottle?”

“Multiple times.”

“Party girl, Miss Sophie?”

“Little bit,” I said. I didn’t tell him that only middle schoolers played spin the bottle anymore.

“Interesting. Ever done gymnastics?”

“When I was three. I wasn’t very good, so I quit. I don’t like being bad at things.”

“I’ve been doing gymnastics since I was four. I also tried my hand at ballet, but that didn’t happen.”

“Flexible, huh?” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

“I suppose so, yeah.” Poor, innocent Prince Haiden. “Tell me something you’ve given up on. Besides gymnastics,” he added.

“Various relationships, I gave up on ballet, too. Myself a couple of times, if you want to get really deep.”

“We can talk about deep stuff later as much as I love it. Tell me abut an embarrassing moment?” I was quiet for a minute, thinking of the perfect story to tell him.

“When I was eight, my family had stopped at this tiny little restaurant on the side of the road on our way home from skiing. They have the best shakes. Anyway, it was totally packed in there. I'd just been in the car for a while so I went into the bathroom, and as I'm washing my hands, I started singing. Just for fun, some song that was stuck in my head. But I walked out of the bathroom and this family right in front of me starts clapping. Everyone had heard me singing. It was awful.”

Haiden laughed again, and I found myself being a little unhappy when he stopped.

“Did you sing well?”

“My mom tells me it was beautiful but I highly doubt it,” I said with a laugh. “Can I tell you something?”

“U-uh if you want,” he mumbled, falling over each word as if they were an uneven crack in the sidewalk.

“I think this movie ended about an hour ago.” I’d noticed it a while ago, but I was enjoying talking to the prince so much that I hadn’t mentioned anything. I was a little worried he’d be angry with me, but instead he laughed.

“I was about to say. This is the end then, huh? I’ve had an interesting time.”

I smiled at him.

“You’ve been a pleasant surprise, Your Highness.”

“You as well, Miss Sophie. Have a wonderful day.” I rolled my eyes at the name. I started to stand and go, but turned back to him.

“One more question before I go?” He nodded. “Will you tell me when you know? If I'm not the one who's going to win this thing, I don't want you to keep stringing me along. Whenever you decide we won't work out, just let me know. I don’t want to be dragged around in the dirt again.”

Haiden’s voice, and face, turned serious and he looked straight into my eyes.

“I swear on my crown, Miss Moreaux, that I will tell you as soon as I know we won’t work out.” I bid him farewell and left to return to my room. The second I got there, I stuffed my face into my pillow and screamed.

#mine #lol shitty edit #and this wasn't edited at all so im so sorry if it sucks #challenge #challenge 1 #first date #selectionoc #it was getting a lil long so i'm gonna do another fic that isn't a part of the challenge but will have extra stuff in it #i think #anywho

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pissbaby-lover · 7 years

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Mock Date: College AU Part 2 [Takara and Akira Short Story]

Title: Mock Date Pairing: Takara Kari x Akira Eri Words: 6424 Warnings/Rating: K, Drinking

A continuation of this. [X] Under the cut for length.

“Akira! Are you ready?” Akira looked at his own sulky expression in the mirror, grumbling out a reply as he brushed his hair.

“I guess...” He could hear Takara tapping her foot outside the door, and he knew she'd pick her way into the bathroom if he took any longer.

“You either are or you're not! Come on! I'd like to get to the fair this year if at all possible.” Akira grimaced at her words, setting the brush on the counter top with a bit more force than he intended, the brush making a sharp snapping sound against the cheap ceramic tile.

Takara and James had banded together along with all their other friends, -though at this point he'd use that term loosely- teaming up on Akira to try to get him ready for Valentine’s Day and dating season.

A prospect he was far from interested in.

Takara was the lucky volunteer who agreed at the coaxing of James to teach Akira the ropes of dating by going on a mock date with him and showing him how to talk to women.

She was probably one of the best choices for this as Arcene was far too shy and there was no way Greed would allow Isamu to go, though Akira had the feeling Takara was going to enjoy this a little too much for his taste.

“I can't believe I agreed to this...” he griped, unlocking the door to finish getting ready. His roommate was there on her bed, her arms crossed, eying him with her usual smirk.

“About time.” Akira responded with nothing but a huff. Takara watched him put on his coat and scarf before standing to leave, pausing at the door, her brow furrowed as she stared at him. She hummed lightly and walked over to Akira.

“Hang on...” Takara stood in front of him on her toes as she adjusted the folds in his scarf. Akira turned his head from her and leaned away slightly, embarrassed at how close she was.

You would think he'd be used to this by now.

Takara clapped her hands together, making him start.

“You're beautiful! Let's get going already.” She pushed him towards the door and he growled at her, using his height to his advantage to step out of the reach of her arms.

“Bloody hell, I'm going already!” He snapped, stomping into the hallway. Takara snickered, locking up the room. Then they were off to the winter fair on the boardwalk.

Cold air nipped at their cheeks as they exited the dorms and crunched their way across the frosted grass, the late January skies clear though there was reports of later days threatening to bring more snow.

Akira cast a glance over at Takara, who had pulled her hood up to keep warm.

It was bitterly cold, even for January but thankfully, Takara had started dressing appropriately for the cold weather and had put her shorts and tank tops up for the summer, switching to long sleeves, pants and sweaters.

Akira frowned.

His sweaters mostly.

He couldn't confirm how many she had as he still hadn't found where she hoarded them away, but whenever one of his sweaters went missing, Takara was his first suspect. He snorted in amusement, ignoring the look Takara gave him.

Just like a ferret.

Not unlike their two ferrets sitting back in the dorm, she had a bad habit of sticking her nose where it didn't belong, snatching things for her hidden collections...

That and Akira's not-so-secret fondness for her, though he'd refuse that fact with his last dying breath.

A cold breeze blew his bangs into his face as they entered the fairgrounds and Akira sighed to himself in exasperation, pulling one hand out of his pocket to run his fingers through his hair.

However, before he had the chance to stow his hand away in the warm safety of his pocket, Takara took hold of it, her fingers curling closed.

A jolt shot up his spine and Akira's face turned pink. His head tilted toward her, still too stunned to even snatch his hand away.

“W-what are you doing?”

“It's a date silly, -or it's supposed to be like one- so you need to act like it.” Takara scolded.

“You can't just silently brood the whole time, the girl will think you're a jerk.” Takara couldn't resist grinning at the last word. Akira puffed up, glaring at her. He opened his mouth to reply, but Takara slipped in one last statement before he could.

“Besides, my hand's cold.” Akira scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“That's what gloves are for... don't tell me; you left them on your desk in the dorm?” He smirked down at Takara, but she was unfazed.

“I did actually. That's alright, your hand is warmer than my gloves anyways.” Akira's eyes widened and he turned his head away from her to hide the red blooming on his face, feeling flustered at her words. He forced out a response, stumbling over his words.

“U-umm... that's... good then...” He really wasn't sure what to say to that. Takara snickered quietly and sensing his discomfort, took matters into her own hands and directed them to one of the booths.

“Come on! Let's get some cotton candy.” Akira composed himself once more, raising a brow at her suggestion.

“I'm not one for sweets,” He said tartly. Akira was sure Takara already knew that wasn't true as he had the sneaking suspicion it was she who dug into his stash of licorice last week, but right now he wasn't exactly in the mood for sweets... or sharing.

“You don't have to eat it, you can just accompany me.” Takara bounced over to the stand with Akira dragging along behind her as dead weight. She selected the largest roll she could find and was pleasantly surprised when Akira fished out his wallet to pay for it.

“It is a date after all...” he grumbled as he handed over his money, watching Takara eagerly accept the treat. She bowed her head at him in gratitude as they turned to leave.

“Thank you Akira.” she said in a sing-song voice, her fingers releasing his hand so she could eat the cotton candy. Akira waved her away, cramming his liberated hand back in his pocket. He sighed in relief.

“It's nothing, really.”

As the continued up the strip, Akira eyed the cotton candy.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Akira reached over and plucked off a small wisp of the treat, popping it into his mouth and making Takara momentarily gape at him.

He let the sugar melt on his tongue, wondering what it was that spurred him to do such a thing.

Maybe after all this time together, it was his roommate's playful attitude wearing off on him. Maybe he just craved sweets a bit more than he thought he did.

Or maybe...

He just wanted to break the silence between them.

Takara stuck her tongue out at him, the middle of it turning blue from the dye.

“I thought you said you didn't want any.” Akira smirked slightly, reaching over for another helping.

“I changed my mind. And I did pay for it, so I can take what I please.” He pulled another piece of cotton candy off the stick, his eyes widening as he got a far bigger portion than he intended. Takara laughed at his expression, stealing part of Akira's piece.

“Got a little more than you expected huh?”

Akira bit back a chuckle, smiling slightly at her comment, which was more of an understatement considering he agreed to this ridiculous mock date idea of hers in the first place.

“Just a smidge.”

Takara had noticed the smile out of the corner of her eye, but Akira must have sensed her looking at him as his smile disappeared as quickly as it came. Takara was once again reminded of the flask of tequila James had given her.

She was told to use it if she needed Akira to loosen up a bit, and that he wouldn't need too much given tequila was his bane. Takara was ready to use the alcohol if it came to that, but she hoped that it wouldn't be necessary.

After finishing the cotton candy, Takara captured Akira's hand once more, grinning at his blush.

“Alright, let's go see the sights!” Akira trailed behind Takara, her grip on his hand like a leash and he the unwilling dog to be walked.

He was always letting her drag him around, he realized, though he didn't know why.

They traveled through the fair, skipping over the obvious swindlers running booths. Takara managed to with a small stuffed prize at one of the target shooting booths, but immediately gave it up to a small child who had won nothing.

They visited several different booths, and each time, Takara would release Akira's hand to play, or force him to join her, then she'd grab it once the game was over. At one point, reaching into Akira's pocket to take his hand in hers when he tried to hide it away.

Every time Takara reached for his hand, Akira became less and less inclined to try to slip it out of her grasp.

Even now, she was still holding onto his hand yet now he strangely didn't mind it, unaware that he'd been slowly closing his fingers around hers as they traveled on the main boardwalk.

Takara had noticed but wanted the opportunity to enjoy this fact for a little bit longer. She knew that the moment she mentioned anything about it to Akira he'd retreat from her and release her hand.

This was turning into a dangerous game for her and she was dancing a fine line between wanting to teach him what to expect on a date and wanting to be his date. The flask weighed heavily in her pocket and she considered using it but dismissed the notion.

Not yet.

They spent a few minutes in silence, looking around the fair for their next activity. Takara had several suggestions but wanted Akira to have the chance to come up with something.

Just then, Akira spoke what might have possibly been his best and worst idea ever.

“Why don't we go on the Ferris wheel?” Takara looked over at him, blinking in surprise. She was expecting him to sit and listen to her speak, maybe follow her around the park, not suggest anything himself.

“Are you sure you've never been on a date before?” Takara teased, tugging lightly at his arm. She gave him a dazzling smile that made Akira's heart skip a beat and his face turn red, realizing he'd have no choice but to go with her now.

Takara tugged at Akira's arm again to urge him to follow, choosing not to comment on his blush.

“Let's go then.” Akira finally found his voice again, managing to stutter out a single word.

“R-right...” Takara lead them to the end of the line, casting the odd glance at her companion. His uneasy expression lead her to believe that he wasn't as excited as she was.

And she was correct in her assumptions.

Looking at the size of the Ferris wheel up close did not help Akira's anxiety.

No matter what way you looked at it, Akira was not ready to get on that Ferris wheel. He may have been the one to suggest it, but that was more for show than anything else. He wanted to impress Takara... but he had the feeling he bit off a little more than he could chew.

There was something unsettling about not having your feet firmly planted to the ground... not to mention... the height. He shivered slightly at the thought, his gaze going to the front of the line which was rapidly closing in on them.

Akira swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his head nervously with his free hand. He hoped that Takara couldn't feel his fingers trembling... or that if she did, she would be polite about it and keep quiet.

As always, Takara was already fully aware of how uncomfortable Akira was, but she wasn't sure if it would be the wisest decision to call him out on it.

This was his idea in the first place.

As the minutes ticked by while they stood waiting, Takara frowned slightly, looking up to Akira. He looked rather pale and sweaty and given the temperature wasn't anything close to warm right now, she could no longer ignore it.

She spoke suddenly, making him start.

“Are you alright?”

“I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?” Akira did not answer her aloud, sending her a sharp look out of the corner of his eye as he tried to keep himself composed. Takara quirked her brow, returning his glare until he looked away.

Might as well go for it.

“Are you afraid of heights?” She asked quietly. Akira snapped his head around, gritting his teeth.

“No, I most certainly am not!” He bristled. Takara's mouth drew back into a subtle smirk at his hostile tone but nodded her head in dismissal.

“Alright, if you say so.” They purchased their tickets, settling in one of the cabins toward the back. Akira concentrated on his breathing to calm himself down, but it didn't help much when they started moving, his breath leaking out in a quiet hiss as his free hand clung to the seat.

Damn these rides for not having proper seat belts. There was only a bar to hold them in, but he didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Takara and had sat down without so much as a peep.

Akira was so worked up he hadn't even noticed she was still holding his hand, though at this point the thought was far from his mind. He lamented that his pride didn't help him in this situation.

If anything, it made it worse.

The Ferris wheel lurched to a stop to let more passengers on and Akira stiffened like a board as their cabin creaked back and forth. His hand gripped Takara's painfully tight, causing her to cry out.

“Oww!” Akira turned to her sheepishly, relaxing his grip slightly as his eyes darted around their tiny cabin.

“Uh... s-sorry...” Takara looked concerned. She regretted teasing him, as it seemed he was far more afraid than she first thought.

Thank the heavens she hadn't slipped him any tequila yet.

“So you are afraid of heights...” Akira said nothing, biting his lip nervously and avoiding her gaze. Takara huffed lightly, exasperated by his constant walls.

“It's alright if you are... here, close your eyes.” Akira opened his mouth to argue but Takara placed her finger against his lips, successfully stunning him to silence. He stared at her wide eyed, listening to her speak.

“Trust me; close your eyes and I'll tell you when to open them again.” Akira grumbled to himself, forcing his panic down the best he could and did as Takara told him.

He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she laid her other hand on top of his, her fingers stroking the back of his hand in an attempt to soothe him. As they began moving again, Akira could feel his heart jump in his throat.

“Just a little longer. It'll be worth it, I promise,” Takara said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Akira's heart jumped again and he was beginning to wonder if this date would be the death of him.

The wheel slowed to a stop with a loud grinding sound and Akira assumed they'd finally reached the top. He swallowed hard, trying not to think of how far away the ground was as his fingers twisted at the end of his scarf.

Takara slid closer to Akira, pressing her side up against his. He didn't mind much as it was bitter cold and the wind speed was much greater at the top of the wheel.

She pulled their clasped hands down to rest on their legs, lifting the other to position Akira's chin up slightly so the ground was out of his line of vision.

He was already a bundle of nerves and half expected her touching him this much would make him more uncomfortable... but that was not the case.

Takara took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping this would work.

“Okay, are you ready? Just open your eyes and look out.” Akira exhaled, letting his eyes slowly flutter open. He'd been squeezing them shut for so long that it took a few seconds for his sight to clear.

Akira's jaw dropped open in a rather undignified way as he took in the view.

They couldn't have picked a more perfect night to do this; the sky was clear and lit up with a spattering of stars, little white dappled lights as far as the eye could see, stretching beyond the horizon.

“What do you think?” Takara asked, pleased by his reaction. Akira was awestruck; nothing could prepare him for this.

“It's breathtaking...” He managed, stretching back to see farther above them. Akira was even less prepared for Takara though; his stomach did a flip as he looked over to her grinning face, noting the way the starlight shone in her eyes.

He turned red, pulling at his scarf slightly to cover his face and almost missing what she said.

“I know you're not exactly a happy camper right now, but the sights make it worth it, even with the cold.” Takara shivered and Akira was reminded why they were up here to begin with.

Using one hand, he unwrapped his scarf from his neck, sliding it off and passing it to Takara. He looked away from her in embarrassment as not even the cold air was a good enough excuse for how dark a shade of red his face had become.

“Here.” Takara blinked and stared at the scarf for a moment, moved by Akira's sudden act of kindness. She took the scarf and on a whim, wrapped one end around his neck and the other around hers. The scarf was long and they were sitting close enough for both of them to use it.

Akira flinched as he felt one end of the scarf hit his shoulder, giving her an inquisitive look.

“It's windy up here. So we can share for now,” Takara explained, smiling softly at him. Akira nodded stiffly, though his posture relaxed slightly as he felt Takara squeeze his hand. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as Takara spoke to him once more.

“Let's just enjoy the stars.” She leaned her head against his shoulder and Akira swallowed hard before he answered her, his stomach in knots.

“Yeah...”

Though he was far from fond of heights, it felt as if the unsettling feeling in his stomach was from something else entirely.

After the Ferris wheel, Akira was in a better mood, grateful to have his feet back on solid ground. Takara had covered most everything over their traversing of the fair, and given how they'd yet to eat, had decided they finally head to the restaurant, a small Italian cafe.

Though it was late in the evening and would prove useless with the date almost over, Takara still managed to place the flask of tequila on the table, stowing it under her napkin so it was out of sight.

She figured if anything, they could share a drink after dinner... or if he refused, she could meet up with one of the girls and put it to good use.

Takara stared over her menu at Akira who was debating intently on which kind of pasta sauce to have with his order. She called to him finally to get his attention.

“Hey Akira.” He looked up at her, a questioning look on his face.

“Thank you... for the night I mean...” Takara gave him a quick grin, her gaze flicking down to her napkin and the hidden flask, then back up again.

“This was the most fun I've had in a long time... and it's nice... even if the date was only for educational purposes; it was the closest I've gotten to an actual date in a long time.” Her words brought a warm feeling to Akira's cheeks and a lurch in his abdomen that he wasn't quite comfortable with.

But as that warmth faded, it left him feeling a little... empty.

This wasn't a real date after all, and even then; this was Takara... his overly promiscuous roommate who had more ways to get under his skin then a surgeon.

So why should it matter?

Akira was drawn back out of his musings by Takara's voice as she continued her role as overbearing teacher, tapping the edge of her menu on the table.

“But anyways, this is the last lesson of the night; the closing kiss.” Takara laughed at Akira's uneasy expression.

“Calm down, kissing isn't required. And besides, this is just to show you how a date works anyways.” Her voice hid a morose tone that Akira did not quite understand. Was she upset that she had to so this? It was her idea originally...

Or maybe she was just regretting it.

“Unless that is, you want to kiss me?” Takara purred, sending him a wink. Akira felt his face grow hot and turned away from her.

“I should think not...” Takara gave him a pathetic look.

“Aww... if you say so...” Akira thought he had upset her until she smirked at him once more.

“Well, I've told you everything I can. Hopefully it'll be enough for even you to snag a girl.” She tapped him lightly on the nose, laughing at her own words.

Akira breathed a sigh of relief as she finished up her speech, swatting her hand away from his face in annoyance. They chatted briefly as the waiter brought them water before Takara excused herself from the table.

“I need to use the restroom; I'll be right back.” Takara stood and headed to the far end of the restaurant, leaving Akira to tend to the orders.

“I'll be right here,” he responded dryly. Akira shifted his legs, bumping into the table and making a wave of water crest above the overfilled glasses.

“Damn it all...” Akira grumbled, mopping up the spilled water with his napkin. He could tell one wasn't enough, so he quickly reached over to use Takara's to try to catch the water before it ended up on his pants.

He lifted her napkin off the table to finish cleaning up the water, revealing the flask Takara had smuggled underneath. Akira quirked a brow at the flask, setting the now sopping wet napkins aside.

Liquor?

He could use a harder drink than water...

Akira weighed his options, casting a nervous glance back in the direction where Takara had disappeared. His fingers drummed at the table in thought. Maybe some liquid courage would help him finish out this night...

Akira popped open the flask and took a few deep swigs, which was by far his biggest mistake ever.

Whatever this was, it went down smooth; that alone should have set off alarms in his head but for whatever foolish reason, he threw caution to the wind and polished off the flask, draining it of it's contents.

Not bad... not brandy, but not bad. The taste was rather familiar though...

As Akira swallowed the last drop, the afterbite kicked in, the flavor going from smooth and almost fruity to a spicy burn. Someone called his name, making him jump.

“Akira...” Takara stood above him, a look of disbelief on her face.

“Did... did you drink that whole flask?” Akira nodded stiffly, his mouth pursed in dissatisfaction, both at being caught and at the effects of the alcohol. He could already feel the liquor biting at his stomach and wished he at least waited for the food to arrive.

Akira had just opened his mouth to apologize when Takara busted out laughing, clutching her sides in agony. This was beyond perfect.

“Well... you sir, are in for a rough night...”

After leaving the cafe, Takara came to the conclusion that Akira might have had a bit too much. He was rather livid once he realized what it was in the flask, but seeing as he foolishly drank on an empty stomach, it didn't take long for the liquor to kick in.

“But I wanna ride the horse tornado...” Akira whined as Takara dragged him away from the carousal for a second time, giggling uncontrollably at his behavior. Akira stomped his foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Takaaaaa... horse tornado!”

“No, Akira... I don't think you'd make it halfway around before you'd lose your meal.” Akira let out another frustrated moan. He looked like he was on the verge of tears when his eyes suddenly widened, a hand going up to his mouth.

Recognizing the expression and wasting no time, Takara quickly stepped to the side, holding his hair away from his face while Akira puked over the railing, waving nervously to the people passing by.

“Good thing you weren't wearing your scarf...” she murmured, patting his back. Takara had decided it was time to take him home. He was heading on the downward slope and needed some food and rest.

That and his dramatic arm movements and slurred speech were attracting a lot of attention, and Takara feared someone might call the police on them; she rather not be arrested.

Takara escorted Akira away from the fair and back on campus as swiftly as she could, stopping only to force him to drink a bottle of water she purchased from a vending machine, though he used a third of it to rinse the sick taste from his mouth.

“A-and then I said to James...” Akira was doing better after emptying his stomach and went back to his endless, happy chattering.

“Damn it all, that hot roommate of mine's... strutting around naked again!” Akira threw his arms up in the air then shrugged sadly, causing his legs to wobble dangerously. Stepping closer, Takara slung one of his arms over her shoulder so he wouldn't fall.

“And... he just laughed...” His tone was melancholic, but he grinned at Takara when she moved closer to help him walk.

Takara snorted quietly while Akira hummed tunelessly to himself. Most of these stories Takara had already heard from James, but they were so much more satisfying coming from Akira.

They slowly made their way back to the dorm, Akira leaning heavily on Takara for support and still prattling on about everything.

“Y-you know Taka... you wouldn't believe h-how many times I thought to myself...” Akira held up one finger as if to emphasize his point.

“I should kiss her... right now.”

“Is that so?” Takara giggled quietly into her fist, holding her other arm out to steady him against the wall so she could unlock their door. She loved how much more vocal he was when drunk and made a point to add this statement to her list of things to tell him once he sobered up.

Akira sagged down the wall until Takara retrieved him. He slumped over slightly on her shoulder as he continued speaking.

“So many times... I...” Akira stopped suddenly right outside the threshold, the lack of motion almost knocking them both on the floor.

“I... should have just... went for it...”

With a surprising amount of motor control that he wasn't displaying before, he reached over and placed his hand on Takara's cheek. He tilted her chin up, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

Too astonished to respond, Takara just stared at him, her eyebrows arching.

“I-I've... wanted to do this for so long...” Akira bent down, his lips softly meeting her's. Takara could taste a tiny hint of tequila on his lips as they kissed, reminding her that Akira wasn't exactly in his right state of mind.

She went to push him away when Akira suddenly deepened the kiss, his arms sliding around her waist and sending shivers up her spine.

Takara's mind buzzed with confusion, feeling Akira pull her closer.

She was used to Akira's occasional drunken flirting... but this... she couldn't even find the right words for this.

When did he get so... bold?

And she be damned if she didn't admit she liked it.

Takara's arms wrapped numbly around Akira and she lost herself for awhile, just slowly kissing him outside in the hallway with their dorm room door only steps away, hanging wide open.

The first time this happened when he got drunk before Christmas, Akira had broken the kiss rather quickly, but she was starting to think this time would be a lot different.

After a brief internal struggle, Takara finally backed out of the kiss, gently but firmly pushing Akira against the wall to keep him from trying anything else.

He panted lightly, staring at her with a dazed look in his eyes, though there was a hint of sadness and Takara wondered if he was going to cry again.

“Come on Akira, let's go inside,” Takara coaxed, gently taking his arm and guiding him into their dorm room. Akira let out a small disgruntled huff, running his hand through his hair as his lips parted to speak once more.

“You confuse... and frustrate me so much and I... don't know why but I-I like it...” His words came out in a rush and despite a mild slur, he spoke pretty clearly.

Akira stumbled toward her for a moment before changing direction and flopping onto the bed. He looked up at her, pouting like a child would, his hands pulling at his coat in an attempt to remove it.

“You make me... feel things... that I don't understand. You're loud... and beautiful and kind...” He trailed off for a moment, watching Takara, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“And... I think... I want to kiss you again...” Akira sat up and extended a hand, reaching toward her. His fingers loosely closed around her arm and he beckoned her with a light tug.

Takara pushed the door shut behind her, the lock sliding over with a soft click. She looked from Akira, to the hand he had on her arm, and back again.

Her mind was racing. The way he said he wanted to kiss her again sounded a lot like he didn't intend to stop at just kissing...

What should she do?

This was the perfect opportunity, one she'd been given before with other people and took without hesitation.

And yet... with Akira... she just couldn't... would not take advantage of him like this. Having made up her mind, Takara let out a heavy sigh and smiled at Akira, laying her hand over his.

“I want to kiss you too... but not right now. We can wait and talk about it later.” Speaking these words out loud solidified her decision and Takara set to taking care of her inebriated roommate, trying to sober him up and put him to bed.

As expected, Akira protested the whole way, but soon calmed down after Takara agreed to share his bed with him.

Takara pulled her own blanket off her bed, cocooning Akira in his so he couldn't grab at her anymore; not that her efforts could stop him completely.

They ended up wrapped in separate blankets on his bed with Akira cuddling Takara from behind, his face buried in her hair. Thankfully he'd already emptied his stomach, otherwise Takara wouldn't have allowed him to be that close to her head.

“Taka... your hair smells good...”

“Yes, I know, you've told me that three times now.”

“I like it better blonde...”

“I'm glad you do... I do too.” Akira had somehow managed to get his arms free from the blankets, latching onto her waist. He clung close to her, sighing in content. His next words startled Takara more than his actions did.

“Don't leave me... I-I want you here...” A grin crept across Takara's face and she laughed softly into her pillow.

“I won't. I'll stay here all night,” she informed him in a mellow tone. Akira squeezed her waist for a moment before relaxing his grip. He spoke in a quiet voice, sounding satisfied with her response.

“Good...” Takara listened as Akira's breathing slowed, feeling her muscles slacken once she realized he was asleep. She stared at the far wall, deep in thought, her mind mulling over the eventful day.

Akira's words repeated on an endless loop in her head and she still wondered just how far he had been willing to go...

Takara forced the thought out of her mind as there was no need to dwell on what-if scenarios. Hoping Akira would forgive Takara for her current transgressions was far more reasonable than praying he forgave her if she had gone through with it.

Though...

There was still a good chance she could win him over while he was sober.

If she hadn't already.

Chuckling quietly at the thought, she drifted off to sleep not long after, Akira's body heat keeping her warm. Drunk or not, Takara was thankful he was there beside her.

Akira awoke the following afternoon to Takara prodding him.

“Good morning sunshine!” Takara cooed, her voice splitting through his head like an ax. Akira recoiled farther under the blanket, grimacing.

“Ugh... stop talking... my head is killing me...” Takara shook her head lightly, lowering her voice.

“I'll bet; you drank an entire flask of Patrón tequila... was almost the whole bottle's worth.” Akira groaned at her words in disgust.

Tequila... that explained a lot...

He felt the mattress shift as she sat beside him. Takara pried the blanket out of his grasp and Akira braced himself for the onslaught of sunlight, but it proved unnecessary as she already prepared the room for his hangover, blocking out the windows with a thick blanket.

Only her side lamp was on, casting shadows across the room with it's warm, soft light.

“I hope you learned your lesson; next time, we share.” Takara leered at him, the sight most unsettling.

“Speaking of sharing... would you like to hear all the wonderful things you said last night?” Akira flinched then glowered at her. He remembered up until the cafe, but everything after was either a blur or missing from his memory.

“Not really...”

“Let's see... you called our waiter a pompous, scum-sucking prick because he wouldn't let you play the decorative piano...”

“Taka no...”

“You almost started crying because I wouldn't let you go on the carousal. You kept calling it a “horse tornado”.” Akira scowled silently at Takara as she continued, his eyes narrowing until they closed, trying to shut her out anyway he could.

“And you told me at least three or four times that my hair smelled good, once stating that it smelled like pie... for some reason...” Takara's face briefly scrunched up in thought before looking back to Akira in amusement, who was already bright red out of humiliation.

Akira buried his head underneath his pillow to escape her stare, wishing he could just disappear. And here he thought he couldn't get any lower.

“I really said all that?” he whined, his voice muffled.

“You said... a lot.” Takara chuckled. She wasn't going to tell him everything until he got through his hangover as she also wanted to share a tidbit or two with James and the others.

Some things she was planning on keeping all to herself though, just like the last time they kissed. While not normally that secretive, that was no one's business but their own.

She slipped on her shoes and coat, pausing to look at Akira peeking at her from underneath his pillow.

“I'll be back in a bit with coffee and lunch. You feeling well enough to come with?” Akira shook his head once, the action bringing a wave of nausea to go with his headache.

“Just leave me here... I'll be waiting for death's sweet release...”

“Don't be so melodramatic... and drink your water!” Takara opened the door, tilting her head to the side, a mischievous look on her face.

“By the way; you owe me for not filming you.” Feeling grumpy, Akira stuck his hand out from under the blanket and made a rather rude gesture at her.

Takara snickered as she left, almost closing the door before popping her head back in to add one last thought for him to consider while she was gone.

“Well... you could always make it up to me with a real date... since you only kiss me when you're drunk. I'd like that to change.” Akira sluggishly pulled the pillow off his head to reply.

“Yeah, we-” He stopped mid sentence and looked at her dumbfounded, his brain taking a moment to process what he just heard.

“W-wait... I-I... I what?” Takara waved to the water and aspirin on his side table and left without another word, leaving Akira alone and flustered.

He had kissed her?

A feeling of dread crept up inside him as he wondered if they had done anything else...

He considered it for a moment then decided that was an idiotic thought. Akira knew Takara well enough. If they had done anything else, she would have told him right away... as part of her bragging.

And she already said that she didn't do that sort of thing to people who weren't willing or interested.

So that was the real question; was he interested?

Akira turned crimson at the thought, realizing that this was something he honestly wanted and could no longer deny, even to himself.

Maybe she was right about the real date.

And besides...

He did wonder what it would be like to kiss her sober.

Thank you for reading; if you’d like to read more of my original writing, you can find the masterpost here. [X]

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