Appointments Post
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[Lloyd stares back at Asch.]
I live here...? [He says it like he's been living here for months and the redhead is suddenly insane for not remembering.]
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...Since when?
[And now he's mentally prodding at the fonic link to try and track down the replica in order to murderize him properly.]
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[It is, yes. If only because she knows something like this is important to Asch. He's always taken good care of his hair, so sudden;y wanting to cut it? That's not him. Reasoning and her own culture and selfish desires (she wants to see his hair color again once she can - it's among her favorite colors) aside, Miyabi's not going to let him do it. And if she does, she'll disgrace herself with him.
Her eyes are fierce, and she doesn't budge an inch, she has her resolve.]
If you won't, I won't.
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Okay, there is an easier way to deal with this problem. She doesn't want to witness his hair-cutting? She doesn't have to! It's very simple.
Carefully, he lowers the scissors.]
Fine, I won't. Are you satisfied now?
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Mm...for now. Come have tea with me. I was heading there to wash down my cakes. [CAKES THAT YOU DESTROYED.] I'd enjoy the company.
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Miyabi this is some nefarious plot to ruin his day, isn't it. Isn't it.]
You already dropped them.
[Maybe if he's an asshole she'll let him escape... oh wait, that's nothing unusual, is it.]
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And is happily immune to your asshole-ish nature right now.]
Then we can stop by the bakery to get more!
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Agreeing at this point is probably easier than trying to argue, though, so whatever, he'll deal.]
...Only if they have cherry cake.
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Hehe, if you want a cherry cake, I could always make you one. [A pause.] Eh...but it's probably not what you're thinking of. Mm, but I think I know how to make the ones you're thinking of, too...if I can't remember the recipe.
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Reluctantly he follows along behind her, though moving at a pace quick enough to avoid looking like he's being dragged along by a four-foot-tall little girl. how embarrassing would that be. His eyes keep drifting to their hands, feeling a wave of discomfort. Does she really have to do that...?]
You don't have to go that far, it's not like I can't live without it.
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She is very nearly five feet, thank you very much (t-two inches away...!), and lessens her pace a little once Asch begins to actually follow her. Honestly, Miyabi was expecting him to put up some sort of a fight. This was actually a much better outcome. It's not everyday that she gets to spend time with Asch and not Luke. It was...nice. So long as he didn't try to do something extremely idiotic again.
Eventually, she does let go of Asch's hand, but keeps in step with him.]
All right, for a special occasion, then! But you should try some of my cherry rice cakes sometime...they were Ammy's favorite food.
[Not hers per say, but the food itself.]
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He glances down at his hand for a long moment, still a little flummoxed, but before long he turns his attention back to her, still following despite his misgivings.]
I didn't know she had a favourite. She seemed to eat everything in sight, no matter what it was.
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Miyabi looks toward Asch for a moment before glancing forward with a wistful smile. It always hurt a little to speak about Amaterasu in any way other than a mock Envoy, but...well, it was another form of keeping her memory around, right? Especially with the people who really knew her.]
W-Well, I know she'd eat anything and everything...but she always seemed to get really excited when I made cherry cakes for her.
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[He's not going to say he wants one, oh no. But he'll concede a little to their potential.
...Just a little, though.]
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Thank you. [Aaand she stops in front of the bakery. Looks like all their walking and talking got them there faster than she thought!] We're here. ...Are you sure I'm not bothering you?
[Because as much as she wanted to be a distraction, she can't help but feel a little bad.]
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