I knew I wouldn’t regret my choice, he thought, as he placed a hand over his abdomen due to the pain of his laughter. It was simple to make him laugh really, though it was a rarity to witness him in such a fit of bliss.
For reasons only known to him, he continued to chuckle at proclaimed amusement.
As if he had never began laughing the male cleared his throat and straightened his demeanor and her soft spoken words.
“Helena,” he rolled of his Irish tongue. “A pleasure. Name’s Logan.” Just as he offered his name, he extended an extremity across the table in hopes for a proper shake.
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Laughter always affected her, and the sound of his seemed to help ease her nervousness, if only a little. She waited for him to finish, lips twitching into a more genuine smile as she attempted to repress her own giggles.
Before she could change her mind, she took his hand with hers and gently shook it before letting go as soon as possible. Warmth radiated from her cheeks again; skin contact, especially with strangers, always made her feel embarrassed, for some reason. It was why she was so wary about it.
In an attempt to both distract herself and initiate a proper conversation, ‘So, um, what are you doing around here?’ Wasn’t that obvious? 'Wait, no. I meant, do you want to order something?’ Inward face palm. Smooth. Very smooth.
Brief blinks are offered in return, lashes swift as a butterfly’s wing. There’s something about the girl that refutes what leaves her mouth, but she doesn’t have the honest right to pry. Instead, manner casual with her voice betraying doubt,
❝ Are you sure? Y’seem a little… upset.❞
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Lips curve to form a weak sort of smile as delicate shoulders shrugged away hesitation. Oh, it’s not like she was going to be judged if she told this stranger what was bothering her. Besides, that was all she was: a stranger. It wasn’t like she was going to stick around enough for her opinion to matter.
He had quickly directed his gaze away from the other and towards the packets of candy on the shelf in front of him, intent on ignoring her and pretending that nothing had ever happened, as most people seemed to do in the most awkward of situations. But now that Kazuki thought about it, he had to admit. It was pretty hilarious. He actually wished that he had caught the whole thing on his camera phone.
Head turned to look back at the female in surprise as she began to apologize. “Pfft,” he stifled a laugh by biting down on his lower lip and reaching up to partly cover his mouth. A tiny giggle escaped past his lips but there was nothing else after that, except for a slightly mischiveous smile.
“Thanks.” He said as he gladly received the Skittles from her. Another, louder giggle found its way out before he could stop it and the male immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes darting away from the other as his shoulders began to shake with his unheard laughter.
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‘H-Hey! What’s so funny?’ She fought to make her voice stern, but something like that, she now discovered, was quite difficult to do when one’s skin was still crawling with embarrassment. And the question was useless, anyway. Sadly, she knew exactly what was funny.
It didn’t take long for her to crack. She had always been one of those people who laughed easily, especially when someone else started laughing first. Crying? Not so much. She was very good at holding tears in. But when it came to laughing, well…
A giggle bubbles out of her lips, which she instantaneously covers with her hands. Trying to control herself, she shot him a look, but its effect was easily ruined by the laughs that escaped her every now and then. To the passers-by, they must have looked like a strange sight.
He couldn’t chuckle even if he wanted to at her last comment. His eyelids narrowed more than they already were, now going from lull-like to full on glaring. “So a weird person or crazy person might mistake me for a bitch? I’m fifty percent bitch? Is that what you are saying?” Where this conversation was going he had no idea, but he was messing with her. With the stuttering and new-found nervous or embarrassed behavior she was displaying, he was enjoying himself. “You call your friends bitches? Hmph..” Scoffing only to keep his feigned annoyance going.
He wondered how long it would take her to end whatever was going on with him, coming to her wits end or something along those lines. Then again, he’d probably just follow her around because he had nothing better to do and she seemed like she could be good entertainment. He took note of the height difference, bending down so he could level his face to her’s. “Are you looking for a fight?”
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Eyes widened in embarrassment, and she could feel her heart beat speed up like it was on a race with time. Unfortunately, while the young girl was a very skilled liar, she wasn’t quite as good at spotting the signs indicating that a person was only acting. Feet stumble backwards, an almost unconscious gesture, and she finds that her eyes cannot meet his anymore. ‘No! You misunderstand,’ she denies. 'And it’s just an endearment thing!’
Phase One. The combination of adrenaline, fear, burning embarrassment, and the male’s close proximity makes her take even more steps backward. Phase Two. Once she deemed that they were a safer distance away, she went on defensive, 'W-What!? How did you even come to that conclusion?’
These were the first and only four words that came into Kazuki’s mind when the female started waving a pack of Skittles directly in front of his face. He had just happened to wander over to where she stood, his prime destination being the assortment of candy she appeared to be standing in front of. He had been idly wondering which one he should buy - when that happened.
A strange look directed towards the girl came over his features and there was a long, pregnant pause before he replied, a little pointedly and hesitantly, “No, it’s…fine.”
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Dear God, why me?
A few moments were spent praying for the ground to swallow her right now, but when nothing happened she forced herself to meet his eyes, trying to look as apologetic as possible. ‘I’m really sorry. You’re, um, you’re not a bitch. Please know that I mean that with the entirety of my soul,’ she stated as solemnly as she could.
She swayed the Skittles in front of him again, only from a more acceptable distance. 'You can still have it if you want…’ Cue a weak smile that probably looked more like a grimace.
Vulgar language alert. Is this how she presented food to someone? Did she say ‘Have it your way, bitch!’ when she offered out Burger King? Was she suffering from Jesse Pinkman syndrome? He didn’t know, but she seemed energetic and full of curse words. Side-stepping away from her, Calvin was sure to make distance because she was probably a nutcase. “Did you mistake me for a bitch?” He asked once she revealed that she mistook him for another. “Also..” His words trailing off as he snatched the Skittles from her hand. “Do you kiss your parents with that mouth?” More questions leaving his mouth as he opened the package of Skittles and tossed one into his mouth, keeping a close eye on the female.
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Behavior suddenly doing a one hundred and eighty degree turn from what it had been when she had mistaken this person for her friend, rose painted her suddenly warm cheeks. Embarrassment clawed at her throat. Contrite umber irises flitted left and right, unable to meet the stranger’s gaze, lest what she found there would make her faint from embarrassment.
'E-Eh, I didn’t mistake you for a bitch, exactly. Just a friend of mine that I call that.’ Oh, great. Now she had revealed what her friends called her “darker side” to a stranger. Most people wouldn’t think of her when hearing the phrase p o t t y m o u t h, but her friends knew better. 'But you don’t look like a bitch! At least, you wouldn’t to a normal person.’ And she didn’t kiss her parents at all, but she figured that one was rhetorical.
she exclaims gleefully as she dangles the packet of Skittles back and forth in front of one of her closest friends’ face. But then the grin occupying her lips swiftly disappears, taking with it her rather boisterous demeanor.
Fuck. Why is she such a magnet for embarrassing situations?
'Oh wait—you’re not—I’m sorry, I, uh, I think I mistook you for someone else.’
Trine had not even realized that event had just happened. She sometimes forgot that other people weren’t like her. That they would die if they did not pay attention to where they were walking. She merely shrugged, not caring either way if she looked idiotic or not.
”I do not really pay attention to those kinds of things. So thank you very much for pointing it out.”
”But, whatever happens, happens.” —A smirk.
“Do you not agree?”
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Eyes narrowed ever so slightly, unnoticeable to most people unless they were looking for any specific changes in her facial expression. The reply had piqued her curiosity.
‘I guess,’ she replied with a shrug, not really caring but nonetheless intrigued at the girl’s strange view. 'But that’s not what you say when you’re being dragged in an emergency room because you got hit by a truck, is it?’
Upon direction, the male followed the pointed phalange and took his seat across from her before folding his hands politely atop the desk. Uncomfortable seating really, but I’m sure the time he would spend chatting would make it worth his while.
As emerald optics left the graceful hands of his own, they found a once porcelain colored female had now been prompted to a shade of red. At the sight, he had known to be the source of her presumed embarrassment
A light, almost inaudible, chuckle escaped moistened tiers, and a hand lifted to catch his laughter.
“Pardon me, I’m not laughing at you. Near you, rather.”
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'Oh, um, it’s okay.’
Lo and behold! Red skin turned even redder, if that was even possible. A quick glance was stolen at the male sitting across her before flickering back towards fingers laced with one another. His laugh creates a thought in her head; disregarding her shortness, she was old enough to be mistaken as a senior, or even a college freshman. To the other customers of the cafe, they probably looked like a couple.
Color then proceeds to drain out of her face, leaving her paler than ever. While a fan of romance novels, she found the real thing rather distasteful. Lips muttered a quick prayer that none of her classmates would pass by this area and see them and assume the wrong thing.
Deep breaths, deep breaths. Once she considered herself to be adequately composed, she met his eyes and tried for a calm smile. ‘I’m Helina.’
Had it not been for the soft murmurs skipping about the room, she likely would have passed up the source of their interest — the figure in the corner, residing within the shadows, almost like a vampire who’s afraid of touching the light. However, there was obviously an alternate reason behind her sulking.
The scene was oddly similar to Tamaki’s bouts of depression; perhaps that’s why she was at ease enough to take the initiative and venture nearer (though cautiously).
❝ Ah— Hey. Are you alright? ❞
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For a moment, the speaker’s cropped hair made her classify them as a male, but as umber eyes narrowed and she perused them like they were a book, the realization that the speaker was a she hit her like a s l a p .
Well, not like a slap, really. It wasn’t that shocking. If he were a boy, he would look like a very ƒємιηιηє boy, in her opinion.
‘Yeah,’ she answered the question like she had been asked it a thousand times before and didn’t bother anymore to think of an honest and legitimate answer. 'I was just.. shocked about something, that’s all. It’s no biggie.’ But the corners of her lips were pulled down, the sight contradictory to her statement.
