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'You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you~' - with love, from Christina-mun to Quinn~ <3
"did...did I post something about music? This is the second ask I've gotten about music...WAIT NO I'M NOT!" He huffed, blushing brightly.
"Your character finds a hickey on my character’s neck. How does your character react?" Vivina blinked once. Twice. "Akkarin?" she asked Quinn.
He blushed lightly, "....maybe..."
She looked around at the whistle until she spotted him again and crossed the street to follow him. This was a fun game. She smiled a little.
Once again he was out of sight."Excuse me, miss? Are you looking for a young man who just passed by?" An elderly man, managing the corner flower shop offered her a red rose with a card attached. "He bought this then told me a young woman of your description would be picking it up. Er- no worries, he already paid for it, though I don't undersand why you kids these days need stuff held only for a few minutes." He shook his head and went back to his perennials.
The card attached simply said, "Awe, so close my little stalker. Better pick up the pace, cutie. Go up 7th street two blocks and take a left on Lover's Lane. Next stop is at a little shop called Dark Pleasures...pick up an order for "Quinn". I'd use your name, but I'll just have to find that out later. Next hint's at the shop. Enjoy your gift. ;) "
She frowned and turned, looking around. She spotted him outside the window and, shrugging, threw away the empty cup and napkin and stepped outside, following the young man.
By the time she had reached where he was, he was gone again. He chuckled as he watch her fallow him. He whistled loudly to grab her attention as he stood next to a corner flower shop down the block.
She shyly glanced back at the man again and saw him write something on a napkin and leave it there. She quickly turned back to her book when he got up, her blush deepening when his hand trailed up her arm. She whimpered slightly. When he'd left the shop, she gently placed her book back in her bag, left a tip, and got up to throw away the napkin and empty cup on the stranger's table. Noticing there was writing on it, she cocked her head to the side and read it. It couldn't be anything personal...
*"Caught you looking. Turn around ;)" was written on it. He chuckled softly as he looked at her across the street, through the window. Smirking some, he lifted a hand and motioned with his finger to come closer and follow him. He had time to kill and he was curious if she would play his little game of cat and mouse...*
Her mouth quickly snapped shut when she heard chuckling. She was only listening to music in her head, and she was embarrassed at being heard, if she even was heard. She looked around, noting that a slightly older young man had glanced at her. She flushed slightly with embarrassment and, flustered, turned back to her book. She wanted to approach the man, if only to ask that he just pretend that he had never heard anything, but as a naturally shy and reserved person, she decided not to.
*he chuckled again. She was so cute...He glanced down at his watch and closed his book. He shoved it into his back pack and stood up, flinging it over his shoulder. Grabbing a pen from his pocket, he quickly wrote something on a napkin before pocketing the pen again and grabbing his glass, leaving the napkin behind. He walked past her, letting his fingers purposefully brush up the length of her arm as he walked, a smirk planted on his face before he left the shop.*
The ninetted year old girl sat at her table in the café, sipping tea and concentrating on a new criminal psychology article. She sang softly, so that one could only hear her if they were really listening. "I will be your sexy silk~ Wrap me arou-rou-rou-round~..."
*he chuckled softly as he looked up from his graphic novel, Black Butler, to glance at the singing girl. He sipped his caramel frappuccino, licking some of the whip cream off of his lips with a small purr. He doubted she even realized she was humming, assuming her ears were plugged up like most teenager's were with earphones.*
It's quite all right, dearheart. It's hard to stay on top of asks sometimes~.
True, but I am horrendous at it...
