[ no tokens in hand to hide behind this time. this time, it's just izumo, leaning against the wall beside the doorless threshold that is apartment #5.005. she has something to say, kida, and as much as she'd like to simply drop a voicemail and be done with it... she knows she owes him a lot more than that. ]
[When Masaomi encroaches upon the fifth floor, it's with a plastic bag of assorted cans and some jerky. He stops when he sees who's waiting at his apartment, his expression perhaps just slightly too flat for the occasion. That, though, may be related to the bags beneath his eyes.]
Oh? Did the tsun princess get lost in castle dere?
[ she's no stranger to the looks of exhaustion, so she takes in his expression with a purse of her lips. no one really looks that good in haven anymore, not after all that it puts them through. she supposes she could take comfort in his silly words, because that means he's back to his usual airs, or at least making the effort for it... even if they are just airs.
she pushes off against the wall so she can face him, as if to get in between him and the door to trap him there or something. ]
I never got to — tell you something. After the prison. [ during the prison.
rather than sound like it's being dragged from her mouth, she just blurts it all out as quickly as possible. ]
I wanted to say thanks. Not for what you did for Moriyama, [ she already thanked him for that, then ] but for what you tried to do for me. You tried to save me.
[ hastily, ] I didn't need it or want it, but. You still tried to. So.
Masaomi stands just a little taller, focuses his attention a little more intently. Izumo doesn't have to worry about him trying to brush her off now. He won't try to escape whatever she has to say. For the first time in a long time, Masaomi is content with his own actions. He didn't "win," but then, for once, he didn't really want to. Whatever Izumo has to say about that, he can take it.
Then she thanks him.
Not for getting anyone out of the cell, not for the fuss he kicked up, not for any of his actual accomplishments that day, but instead, for what he failed to do for her, despite all his efforts.
It's too dazzling. So he points to his cheek and ruins it.]
[ she closes her eyes for a few seconds, stifling a sigh. in all honesty, she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. certainly a reaction of some sort, otherwise she would have left as soon as she said what she needed to say. the thing about kida, though, was that excepting is probably the last thing you should be doing with him.
still... it's better than she could have hoped for. it's not dismissive, and it's not mocking, and it's just ridiculous enough that he doesn't make a big deal out of what kind of is.
again, she's grateful. ] Tsk.
[ she takes the few steps forward necessary to close the distance between them, but stops just as her fringe tickles his ear. she doesn't have to lean far to reach the cheek he'd pointed to; all she needed to do is turn her head just a little, and that's that.
quietly, because she doesn't need to speak all that loudly from this close, ] I wonder what the look on your face will be like, when someone finally takes you seriously with that.
[ she reaches up and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder, once, before quietly stepping around him and hastily taking her leave. ]
[He's waiting for her brilliantly sarcastic comeback. The last thing he expects is for her to close the distance between them so completely. He squeezes the old bag's handles tighter and tighter with her every feather-light step.
No way, no way. It was a joke! She's not really going to...?
Nope.
Wiry strands trickle over the edge of his ear as she turns his expectations upside down with expert showmanship. Her words send invisible shivers down his spine, but he feels hot and his throat is too dry for any sort of reply. He swears his heart skips a beat. By then, she pulls back, patting him once before making her way down the hall.
Only once she's gone does he chance lifting his hand, hesitantly rolling his fingers around his ear. He can't repress an impressed chuckle.]
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( action; a day or two after the loyalty event; #5.005 )
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Oh? Did the tsun princess get lost in castle dere?
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she pushes off against the wall so she can face him, as if to get in between him and the door to trap him there or something. ]
I never got to — tell you something. After the prison. [ during the prison.
rather than sound like it's being dragged from her mouth, she just blurts it all out as quickly as possible. ]
I wanted to say thanks. Not for what you did for Moriyama, [ she already thanked him for that, then ] but for what you tried to do for me. You tried to save me.
[ hastily, ] I didn't need it or want it, but. You still tried to. So.
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Masaomi stands just a little taller, focuses his attention a little more intently. Izumo doesn't have to worry about him trying to brush her off now. He won't try to escape whatever she has to say. For the first time in a long time, Masaomi is content with his own actions. He didn't "win," but then, for once, he didn't really want to. Whatever Izumo has to say about that, he can take it.
Then she thanks him.
Not for getting anyone out of the cell, not for the fuss he kicked up, not for any of his actual accomplishments that day, but instead, for what he failed to do for her, despite all his efforts.
It's too dazzling. So he points to his cheek and ruins it.]
Do I get a thank you kiss?
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still... it's better than she could have hoped for. it's not dismissive, and it's not mocking, and it's just ridiculous enough that he doesn't make a big deal out of what kind of is.
again, she's grateful. ] Tsk.
[ she takes the few steps forward necessary to close the distance between them, but stops just as her fringe tickles his ear. she doesn't have to lean far to reach the cheek he'd pointed to; all she needed to do is turn her head just a little, and that's that.
quietly, because she doesn't need to speak all that loudly from this close, ] I wonder what the look on your face will be like, when someone finally takes you seriously with that.
[ she reaches up and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder, once, before quietly stepping around him and hastily taking her leave. ]
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No way, no way. It was a joke! She's not really going to...?
Nope.
Wiry strands trickle over the edge of his ear as she turns his expectations upside down with expert showmanship. Her words send invisible shivers down his spine, but he feels hot and his throat is too dry for any sort of reply. He swears his heart skips a beat. By then, she pulls back, patting him once before making her way down the hall.
Only once she's gone does he chance lifting his hand, hesitantly rolling his fingers around his ear. He can't repress an impressed chuckle.]
Turnabout is fair play, huh?
[Well... Okay then.]