#he's excited...

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@hcnkaibrainrot​ sent: 

Name: Noelle

Age: 20

Do you like to cuddle?: It's a guilty pleasure of mine, honestly... You probably don't know, but I've won a couple of oversized toys from local festivals before, and they make good sleepmates, hehe..

Can we make-out?: Ehe.. I don't think it'd hurt, right? Just make sure I'm not in my work clothes beforehand.

A night in or dinner out?: Either is fine, but your cooking's so heavenly that I'd love to just spend a quiet evening alone with you..! If that's alright, I mean.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: I feel like there's a deeper meaning to this question.. but, chocolate-covered strawberries for sure.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm very dependable. I don't have to bring up the mall santa or charity kitchen, do I?

Would you cook for me?: I'd make you the best dish I could manage!

Would you let me cook for you?: I'd probably skip lunch if that were the case, your food's so filling..~ But I wouldn't want to overwork you at all, though I wouldn't mind..

And underneath the slip that Sirin had left in a desperate huff for attention was an identical form, with a completely different set of answers. Which is to say they were answers and from a woman that Raguna was actually very interested in. At seeing Noelle had left one of these for him as well the worker nearly jumps in surprise. A strike of lightning that jumps through his veins as surprise burns into excitement and lights up his face brighter than a neon sign.

A Valentine’s date with Noelle--!!! Who wouldn’t want something like that? Raguna isn’t sure he’d want to meet them. But then, if he met people who also wanted dates with Noelle things could get dangerous too, couldn’t they? Then there were the oversized toys she mentioned. There’s a temporary spark of possessiveness that flits in his mind at the concept, one quenched (for now) by the flow of words that Noelle had left for him (just him!!) to read in that soft neat script.

“I’m probably smiling like an idiot right now.” He muses aloud, also noting the way his fingers dragged down the inked paper sheet. It wasn’t just his smile that was dumb, was it? Him in general- so smitten with this woman. Maybe it was because they were similar, both working hard for others. Or maybe it was the way she did it. The warmth. The honesty. Raguna takes a breath in, his eyes having gone back to the suggestion of making out with the silver-haired part time worker. She seemed okay with it, and... if they had a date and things went that way... he sure would be okay with it too.

“But, she looks really good in her work clothes...” He murmurs aloud, something he realizes immediately and claps his mouth shut again, a nervous glance around him. Hopefully, nobody heard that-- well, anyway. He will certainly accept this and make plans for what to cook for her. Overwork? Maybe. But it would be a dinner she wouldn’t forget! With a fitting dessert to boot!

“Just you wait. You’ll love it.”