[Oh no, her face is so red now it feels like it might actually pop like one of the many red bubbles that start to block their lines of vision between each other—]
[And he'll just smile and not say anything, just resuming to eat his own share.
But as he brings his lips to his coffee, his eyes will lift towards her, a familiar gleam in them as he slowly sips before looking away to set it down and reach over to take one of the bonus pastries they received.]
[She's in the middle of chewing on her crepe when his eyes catch hers, and she's forced to hide behind her tea again as she feels her face warm up the way it always does under that intense stare of his. Always so intense... always so blue, especially with the way that the sun is shining...
And out from her tea comes a red bubble that pops when it reaches her nose, making her blink and startling her.
But she isn't going to lose this fight!!!
So, she reaches across him, her hand brushing against his chest as she tries to grab hold of the apple crepe on his other side so that she can give it a try...]
[He'll just continue to hold it, his own gaze never wavering as he continues to stare at her, only gently pushing it against her lips when it looks like she's finished chewing.
[There are certainly no red hearts on his end, which doesn't make her any less suspicious that it's him playing tricks on her. And as he presses the crepe against her lips again, there are more of those bubbles—so many now that they have started to push her towards him, Tifa sliding in her chair enough that she gets a smear of icing sugar on her nose when she hits the crepe.
There's just a small, surprised, uncomfortable sound when she does, but other than that, she says nothing and takes another bite of the crepe, making sure to get a little slice of apple this time. Maybe a bit of whipped cream on her lips that she gently licks away.
And yet, it is her face that turns redder. Her skin that burns. Her head that wanders as she wishes to herself that he would be the one to get it off her lips instead. Her hearts that make her chair squeak against the floor as they move her ever closer to him still...
[In fairness, Eustace is actually concentrating quite a bit to not think of anything more, his eyes momentarily lingering on her lips. And she is cute, really, so the pink hearts will continue to pop up in a more controlled pace compared to hers.
And he is going to be a little mean by slowly moving the crepe around her lips, smearing more of the cream and filling around it.]
[It's just a complete mess of pink and red hearts now, and they nudge her closer. She ends up with a faceful of cream on her lips and nose before they completely surround her. So surrounded that Eustace will hardly be able to see her through the stream of them as they keep coming and coming and coming—
[And he will push into the hearts enveloping her and suddenly kiss her firmly against her lips, tongue swiping over first her lower then upper before pushing in.
And that will definitely make a lot more red hearts appear to completely screen them.]
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[Innocent smile.]
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[She blows one of those smaller red bubbles at him, and it pops against his nose.]
You have plenty too, don't you?
[Not so innocent ones.]
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[His hearts are all pink.]
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She's totally not trying to now and will innocently pick up her crepe to resume eating.]
You seem to enjoy them just as much.
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[A small poke to one of the hearts that float by.]
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What about them is unusual...?
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[Just a drawn out voice as he watches those red hearts appear again.]
I've noticed a pattern about these hearts.
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[Her pout is distorted by one of the larger bubbles that comes up between them.]
Every time you say something to me, they appear. Which means... this is your fault.
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I didn't say that. [She glances at him through the corner of her eye.] Why, is that the "pattern"?
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[A playful gleam because they both know how well he can be silent.]
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[Is she calling his bluff? Absolutely. Bring it on, she says, as she already is taking a big bite of her crepe.]
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But as he brings his lips to his coffee, his eyes will lift towards her, a familiar gleam in them as he slowly sips before looking away to set it down and reach over to take one of the bonus pastries they received.]
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And out from her tea comes a red bubble that pops when it reaches her nose, making her blink and startling her.
But she isn't going to lose this fight!!!
So, she reaches across him, her hand brushing against his chest as she tries to grab hold of the apple crepe on his other side so that she can give it a try...]
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With a sweet smile.]
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Instead, she leans in, cheeks flushed, and bites into the crepe while he holds it for her.
Ignoring the red bubbles that fill the space behind her like a backdrop, and the amount of effort it's taking to not move her eyes from his...]
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And yet.
There are still no red hearts in his end???
What could he possibly be thinking...]
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There's just a small, surprised, uncomfortable sound when she does, but other than that, she says nothing and takes another bite of the crepe, making sure to get a little slice of apple this time. Maybe a bit of whipped cream on her lips that she gently licks away.
And yet, it is her face that turns redder. Her skin that burns. Her head that wanders as she wishes to herself that he would be the one to get it off her lips instead. Her hearts that make her chair squeak against the floor as they move her ever closer to him still...
Yeah, she's fighting a losing battle.]
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And he is going to be a little mean by slowly moving the crepe around her lips, smearing more of the cream and filling around it.]
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WHEN WILL SHE GIVE UP]
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Stop laughing!
[BECAUSE IT JUST MAKES IT WORSE. HE'S TOO CUTE WHEN HE LAUGHS.]
Alright, you win!
[Is that what he wanted to hear!?!?]
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So it's not just the talking.
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[No, it's definitely everything.
But please help your wife, Eustace......]
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Hm... Should we try this next?
[And he will push into the hearts enveloping her and suddenly kiss her firmly against her lips, tongue swiping over first her lower then upper before pushing in.
And that will definitely make a lot more red hearts appear to completely screen them.]
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