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week two | dates
You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!
Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.
Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.
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unfortunately she's not as flexible as him, so that's really as far as she gets. fortunately (?) the motion still serves to fulfill the dreams of women-likers everywhere as her damp dress tightens a little against her chest.
... her groans don't help. i'm so sorry king-to-be. ]
I can't believe... how flexible you are, Will-kun... It's amazing..!
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[this was a mistake]
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I-- just train a lot, that's all.
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[ she's sporty. she can probably do it. actually, during gym, she can... ]
I swear, I'm at a serious disadvantage compared to her... She's way more... aerodynamic, too... No drag in the pool...
[ ... ]
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[looking back at her with a tiny smile]
Focus less on what other people can do and more on yourself. Everyone's bodies are different.
I'm sure there are plenty of physical things you can accomplish that I can't.
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[ that he thinks she can accomplish that he can't. ]
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A cartwheel.
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a cartwheel... ]
Deal.
[ she's standing up, hold on. ]
I've never done one before, but it can't be that hard!
[ uh
this girl's going straight back onto the sand don't worry ]
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[. . . if she winds up falling back on the sand, Will is just going to politely duck his head and cover his laugh with one hand so he doesn't embarrass her]
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and she's sitting up with a soft groan to
is he laughing at her. will's getting wet sand thrown at him. ]
You can't do one either!
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I can't--! That's why I brought it up.
[he's athletic but not built for cartwheels]
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So what're you laughin' at, huh?! A girl's earnest attempt!
[ not that she could be seriously mad at him for it, considering he's seen her actually angry before and this isn't it. puffed pink cheeks only!!!!!! ]
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[he tries to duck away from that handful of sand, but some gets in his hair anyway, tangling with his blue locks. he gives his head a shake, trying to clear it away, as his grip on her hand tightens]
Right, right. . . I'm sorry.
[. . .]
It was just. . . cute.
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anna's cheeks stay puffed, but she'll move closer to brush the rest of the sand out gently. ]
I'll let you off the hook this time.
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[she's so close. . .]
[. . .]
Hey, Yana-chan. . .
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[ hand paused, head tilted. ]
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So I promised you one kiss for every one that I gave Ryuji, didn't I?
[oh no. he didn't FORGET. and he brought it up when she least expected it, just as keikaku]
. . . so. . .
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oh.
she's jolting away, face flushing. ]
Wait, right now? But I'm wet! And dirty! And--
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And--?
[and he's smiling at her like none of that matters, because of course. . . to him, it doesn't]
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pulling back she's just sort of sat there. hold on. just let her mind catch up. of course it wouldn't matter to the guy used to camping, god.
... her hand brushes at her hair now, nervous (in a good way, heart beating hard), and she closes her slackened mouth. ]
... And... nothing. Yeah, you did.
[ he always takes her word so seriously. why. not that she doesn't want kisses, it's perfectly romantic and he's still looking at her like she's the cutest, prettiest girl in all the world, and she always looks forward to the end of the night now,
so
she'll close her eyes. okay. ]
You're a man of your word, after all.
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[said quietly, his voice barely a whisper on his lips. he watches her close he eyes, and. . . his features soften, gentle around the edges, something akin to fondness flickering in the backs of his eyes]
[. . . he is a man of his word. even if he doesn't have to follow through with that request. . . he finds that he wants to. just as he wanted to end each and every night with a chaste kiss upon the lips]
[his thumb brushes across her knuckles. with a gentle tug, he leans in to close the distance between them, his lips brushing oh-so softly against her cheek, lingering there as he slowly inhales the scent of. . . her]
[that's one!]
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the apprehension is intoxicating. it makes anna dizzy, inhaling sharply in surprise when his lips brush against her warm cheeks, worsening the heat. he lingers, she wants to turn, she does just a little.
that's one. she doesn't know if she's surviving the rest. ]
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[she turns, just a little, and he smiles, lips curving against her skin. but even then he doesn't move closer to her mouth. he is!! trying something new!! and he knows she doesn't mind being teased a bit]
[so he draws back, moving to the other side of her face, and presses a second kiss to her other cheek. that's two!]
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where to next, will. ]
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[. . . the third one appears to be on her nose, light and quick and playful, a little different than the first two but just as affectionate. his hands slide across her cheeks to cup her face, and he doesn't even give her a chance to react to kiss number three before--]
[number four is a gentle one against her lips, as soft and careful as the others. . . and here, he lingers]
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