Valentimes [Agate/Mistel]
She nodded her head in agreement, finding both to be nice as well (though had she not, perhaps she would not have made them apart of her so called agenda.) Her eyes lit up as a thought passed through her mind. “Oh oh-” she came up next to him, quickly washing her hands before he was finished with the running water. “I even cleaned all of my sheets; we could make a pillow fort and sleep in there tonight!” Excitement decorated her voice, as though building a fort was on par with camping in the middle of a forest.
She scratched her cheek as he inquired about the Jenga game, looking towards her living room where the game sat atop her coffee table. “I guess a variant? It’s like a Valentine’s Day one; I think it’s supposed to have trivia or something on it.” She beckoned for him to follow her to the living room, Agate continuing to speak as she walked. “I bought it on my way home from my errands today; the man at the store said it’d be tons of fun.” She picked up the box, handing it over to him to look at.
“How lovely,” he found himself murmuring— the idea of nestling up to Agate for the night in a blanket fort sounding very good to him for absolutely no reason that was related to camping. In fact, he actively had to dull his excitement at the prospect in order to reply in a way he deemed— appropriate. "That sounds— very fun. I can’t wait.♪”
He trailed after her at her beckoning, smiling. taking the box as she handed it over. And blinked in sudden alarm.
The cover of the Jenga “variant” had quite a great deal to say about its own contents, and Mistel’s eyes traced the description of the game, his lips soundlessly moving as he read them to himself. Set it up like a normal Jenga game, pull a block, and do whatever it says. If you knock it over, you're gettin’ it on!
Getting it on, he repeated to himself mentally, staring at the box with wide eyes. He was glad he hadn’t opted to read the product’s description out loud. This was probably a good time to feign ignorance, if only for the sake of preserving poor Agate’s innocence. Just how many times could he smooth a situation like this over? Mistel dragged a hand down his face, bit the inside of his cheek, then put on one of his most disarming smiles.
“Ah, Agate..”
He opened the box and peeked inside— a few tiles about whipped cream causing him to promptly close the box again. How was he going to explain this? “You don’t really want to play Jenga do you..? Wouldn’t you rather do... um, nail painting..?♪”
