Takasugi chuckles, the girl so clearly fixated on the little display of disregard for personal boundaries.]
Then I'll give you a chance to get back at me. [He's done pretending she isn't offended, at least?
He plucks a pastry from the tray, holding it up much like she had, almost carefully, but for the playful disregard he holds this whole situation in.] Go ahead.
[ —mean? She blinks. Hard. Pausing as she shifts her gaze between his face and the pastry, lips tightening into a frown as she finally complies with a short nod. ] Okay. [ Softly, she leans forward and opens her mouth. Feeling a flush to her cheeks before she purposely scrapes her teeth against his fingers before enveloping the food.
In which she immediately turns away, at least to avoid any sort of eye contact as she chews. ]
Better than I expected. [ Because she feels that she's gotten her cake and ate it too; not just in real time but metaphorically, despite not getting much of a reaction in terms of expression from the man at all. An eye for an eye, as they say. ]
But that's enough sweets for me tonight. Anymore and I'll get bloated.
[ And that can't happen while she's in this dress?????? ]
[Her loss - he turns to look for a drink of his own. A server is making their way near, and when he passes Takasugi will pluck one or two drinks from the tray, depending on her answer.]
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He has no interest in pursuing that route. Even if his teasing has been entertaining so far.]
Aa. [No apology, and there won't be one.]
Want me to try again? [He
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I'd rather you not. [ She huffs, trying to relax the rapid beating in her chest to ensure the light blush across her cheeks disappears in record time.
Unfortunately that doesn't happen. ]
Keep your lips to yourself, mister.
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Takasugi chuckles, the girl so clearly fixated on the little display of disregard for personal boundaries.]
Then I'll give you a chance to get back at me. [He's done pretending she isn't offended, at least?
He plucks a pastry from the tray, holding it up much like she had, almost carefully, but for the playful disregard he holds this whole situation in.] Go ahead.
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you asked for it]What do you—
[ —mean? She blinks. Hard. Pausing as she shifts her gaze between his face and the pastry, lips tightening into a frown as she finally complies with a short nod. ] Okay. [ Softly, she leans forward and opens her mouth. Feeling a flush to her cheeks before she purposely scrapes her teeth against his fingers before enveloping the food.
In which she immediately turns away, at least to avoid any sort of eye contact as she chews. ]
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They graze his fingers, and light his nerves more than the heat of her breath or the give of her lips.
It would have been annoying if she'd bitten down.
But Takasugi almost wishes she had.]
How was it? [He's not asking about the pastry.]
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Better than I expected. [ Because she feels that she's gotten her cake and ate it too; not just in real time but metaphorically, despite not getting much of a reaction in terms of expression from the man at all. An eye for an eye, as they say. ]
But that's enough sweets for me tonight. Anymore and I'll get bloated.
[ And that can't happen while she's in this dress?????? ]
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[Better, huh? Takasugi's smile spreads thin.]
Heh. Does that mean you'll pass on alcohol?
[Her loss - he turns to look for a drink of his own. A server is making their way near, and when he passes Takasugi will pluck one or two drinks from the tray, depending on her answer.]