Okay, he was steadily getting better at these by now but that didn't exactly make it any less embarrassing, flustering, ridiculous on Aoba's end. The kid before him was probably only a few years younger but they were nearly the same height! Aoba always had this complex about his height given that most men his age were much taller and people younger than him were much taller! Shiro wasn't, but they were practically at eye height! Shuddering, Aoba took a quick intake of breath before booping Shiro's nose with his own, rubbing them together for only a few seconds with accompanied puffed up cheeks.
When he backed away, Aoba slowly tilted his head and curiously begged the question.
The Forehead Kiss The forehead kiss usually means that you are just friends. Depending on how it is planted, it can also be used as a means of showing deep affection to a loved one. Most people use use it as a starter kiss when they meet someone new, to express that they like them.
Petunias, daisies, and buttercups, the pair of silver haired friends were surrounded by colorful blossoms of all types and hues. Even if she couldn't see all the shades, the reds dotted here and there were just as beautiful. A trip to Paralia, and a visit to a grassy field brought them here, and currently they thought they'd try their hands at weaving flower crowns.
Anna had no experience in such a thing though. Various types of flowers are laid out before her, and taking them into her hands, she watched Shiro as he weaved them together. He went slow for her, but somehow hers just didn't turn out quite like his. Pursing her lips, the young girl didn't give up.
Shiro offered her assistance occasionally, and corrected her method every once and awhile, but she wanted to do this on her own. Despite the frustration building up in her eyes, the slow but steady form of a ring in her lap drove her forward.
"...and then you connect them like this... and you're done!" Anna observes his conclusion to the project, and does her best to match. She takes a final scarlet daisy, and with tiny fingers connects the ends of the crown together.
She looks to Shiro's.
Then back to hers.
"They don't look the same..." Her hands drop to the finished product in her lap, and she takes hold of it almost self-consciously. Shiro took all that time to show her, and this is what she finishes with. And she'd worked hard too...
Then, without warning, a circular object brushes against the top of her head. Red eyes widen and look up to the smiling face of her companion. She reaches up absentmindedly to her hair, and her fingertips brush soft petals.
"That's okay! That just means Anna's flower crown is one of a kind!" He flashes her another grin, and she's stuck in momentary stupor before hastily picking up her own crown.
"Then Shiro can─!" Can have hers. Except in her fluster, the fragile flower ring's bonds give way, and halfway raised in the air it completely collapses. Only a single red blossom remains in her hand. Anna stares in shock, lips parted in words unspoken, and she can feel her throat tightening.
"I─ I'm sorry..." Now she can't even return the favor. But instead of being disappointed, Shiro only laughs. He takes the flower left in her grasp, and he doesn't hesitate tucking it behind his ear.
"It's alright, this is good too, so cheer up!" He makes a funny face, and poses with a hand behind his head. "How do I look?" Anna blinks, and then a smile slowly spreads on her face.
"Pretty!" And their day continues with grins and laughter, until the sun begins to sink lower and lower in the sky.
"I had fun today," she says as they're walking through the field, back towards the train station.
"Really? I'm glad." They're just about to enter the more populated town when Anna tugs on her friend's sleeve. The male pauses, and swiftly Anna gets on her tiptoes and pulls him down to place a chaste kiss on his forehead.
Grocery shopping is usually done by Totsuka. Anna often accompanies him, but never has she gone on her own before. Until now, that is.
The last few trips they'd taken, one thing had never failed to catch her eye. The cute, fluffy mascot standing outside the store that waved as people passed by caught her interest immediately. She'd never displayed her interest beyond an extended glance over her shoulder as she passed by, mostly because she hadn't wanted to interrupt the important errand, but now... she'd finally step up and confront the costume.
The grocery store is a bit of a walk from their house. It may take longer than her usual outings, and with that in mind, the white haired girl backtracks from the door to grab a piece of paper and a pen. Scribbling a note, saying in a few words that she's at the grocery store, she places it in the most conspicuous spot she can think of (the kitchen table). Preparations complete, she hopes the doggie is outside today.
Blocks away, after a few left and right turns, the food market is in sight. A dot in the distance, it grows bigger and bigger with each passing step, and sure enough the creamy colored dog is standing outside as usually is. The pitter patter of her small shoes against the concrete picks up pace, and Anna reaches her destination in no time. Her breathing is only slightly quickened, but with the time she uses to allow it to even out, the young girl realizes one crucial miscalculation.
She hadn't... planned what to say.
Her gaze travels upwards to the cartoony face of the costume, and she blinks.
