“Hey, it’s a start. When do we get to hear about how long my legs are? If we skip to that, maybe I’ll show some mercy.” He spreads his arm, a crooked grin worn on freshly-shaven features. Ah, she’s so cute– cute enough to coax an airy laugh, sliding to her side in order to give her a squeeze around the shoulders, a bop on the nose. What a way to liven things up after a boring meeting.
“Should I pay it forward? Are we gonna talk about how good your hair looks today, and your new skirt? Did you skateboard here, ‘cos you ran my heart right over on the way. I think we should exchange numbers, for insurance purposes.” He’s leaning into this joke a bit heavy, but it’s hard to fault himself. “Wanna talk about it over some cake?”
DESPITE THE ATTIRE CHANGE, HE’S THE SAME OLD, SWEET-TALKING MIKI. she easily leans into him as he pulls her close, though she lets out a tiny squeak as her eyes close at his finger on her nose.
❝ oh no! ... have mercy on me, mister long legs!! gosh, they stretch for miles, don’t they? when will they end?? ❞ but her dramatics are quick to fade to more genuine glee as hues light up softly with sunflower essence and starlight. she whirls out of his arms, pleated skirt aflutter as she gathers his hands ‘gainst her palms, strands of hair sticking to glossy lips.
❝ cake? well, i’d be a FOOL to refuse an hour with you!! ❞
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