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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 18:45:34 GMT -5
"I don't need anything else....that was a good dinner, thank you." Ryouko said, inclining her head towards him slightly.
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Post by Kiriha/Marilen on Jun 24, 2012 18:46:20 GMT -5
"There's no need to thank me," he said, pulling money out of his wallet, "I'll meet you outside. I have something to do first."
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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 18:47:35 GMT -5
"Ok." Ryouko said, shrugging as she walked outside...a gentle breeze ruffled her long hair and brought soft chills to her shoulders, which she smiled at.
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Post by Tsubasa Tanaka on Jun 24, 2012 18:49:55 GMT -5
He circled an arm around her chest while putting the other one up to her chin to tilt her head a bit. He placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck, "That man doesn't appreciate you, you know," he said softly, "He only appreciates beauty. I do as well, but I see more. I'm not so nearsighted."
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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 18:59:10 GMT -5
Ryouko almost froze...but didn't, feeling his kiss, but....the wind had brought him? She was confused slightly, even as he spoke. "He....did make me feel uncomfortable, at points....but who are you, and what do you see in me?" Depending on the answer to that, she might just beat him up for where one of his arms was near, though it did feel supportive, for lack of a better word
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Post by Tsubasa Tanaka on Jun 24, 2012 19:01:06 GMT -5
"I see a woman, not an image. A living, thinking person," he said, "Someone who deserves to be spoken to, not looked at. Did he so much as partake in a conversation?"
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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 19:03:22 GMT -5
Ryouko took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly under his arm, before relaxing slightly. "There was conversation, at points....but it wasn't consistent....silence seemed prevalent, to an extent. He is cute...but also dying. He shrugged off any help I could have offered him....it's just not the same, I have my...entire life ahead of me, you know?"
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Post by Tsubasa Tanaka on Jun 24, 2012 19:05:09 GMT -5
"And he doesn't. Not that I mean offense," he said, "But yes, I do understand. Many have their lives ahead of them, while some don't, unfortunate as it may be to have a life cut so short. But you have your life; I have my life. Our lives will go," he made a point to use his with hers.
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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 19:16:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, life does go on. My graduation and birthday are soon...looking forward to those. And I'm glad you see me for more than my looks, I rarely wear anything like this." Ryouko said.
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Post by Tsubasa Tanaka on Jun 24, 2012 19:18:42 GMT -5
"It suits you," he said, "Though you don't look too comfortable, if I had to venture a guess. Me? I'm usually not in much other than I have now."
Of course, he was still behind her.
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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 19:20:44 GMT -5
Ryouko gently lifted his arm up, shifting a little in his hold so she could look back at him. "Thanks. I'm what they call a tomboy, sometimes"
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Post by Tsubasa Tanaka on Jun 24, 2012 19:23:10 GMT -5
"That's not always a bad thing," he told her.
Kiriha was exiting and saw the two of them, walking over, his eyes not showing emotion.
"Oh, here he comes," Tsubasa said.
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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 19:27:06 GMT -5
Ryouko stepped to one side of Tanaka, not being held by him right now as she looked on to Kiriha. "Everything go okay?" she asked him, since he said he had something to do.
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Post by Tsubasa Tanaka on Jun 24, 2012 19:29:55 GMT -5
"It did," he answered, walking closer.
Tsubasa stepped towards him. He was in a suit, so that would be evident now for his appearance that he had spoken of, "I imagine you had to go and praise the chef. Give him more words than you gave her," he said, gesturing towards Ryouko, "I beg pardon, a name?" he asked her.
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Post by Ryouko and Ran Sakuta on Jun 24, 2012 19:31:41 GMT -5
"Sakuta, Ryouko." She supplied, crossing her arms under her chest, the dress clinging to her form enough to show small ripples in the stomach area.
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