[Unsurprisingly, her living room was actually very neat and clean, in green and white with accents of pink. A volleyball was in a chair next to the couch, but that really was the only outlier.]
No, I know you're not.
[OK, maybe she worried about it a little. But just a little, OK!? A girl had to be careful - which was absolutely her mother over her shoulder warning her. Sorry, Mista.]
Anyway, I decided if you were, I'd pop your head like a melon with my thighs. But you're a pretty neat person, so...
[ Wait, what did she say? What the hell had she said? If he'd heard it right there was a part of him that was mildly scared and another part that was intrigued. He knew it wasn't the right way to describe it, not even a little bit and the fact that he was trying to tell himself to use a different word was confirmation enough.
Was it weird that the thought that was kind of hot? Maybe, maybe not but thinking about it more and being frozen in that silence certainly hadn't done anything to keep that deep flush from rising to his cheeks. He didn't mean to wheel around the way that he did, eyes wide and mouth agape but he sure did it. ]
I'm sorry, you decided what?!
[ God, don't ask Mista! What the hell? And for the love of god, don't look at her thighs. Holy shit. ]
[Kokoro closed the door behind him and looked away.]
Nothing! I didn't decide anything!
[Oh God, there's no way he didn't hear, right? Oh noooo. If it was Suguru or Ulf, they would've laughed it off, but he was new. He didn't know that she played so much volleyball that she definitely could do that. You had to have good muscles to jump as high as she did to spike a ball down.]
Y-you definitely said it, I know you said it! Something about popping my head with your...
[ No, no, no, don't say it! Don't think it, Mista! It was too late though, his eyes drifting down to catch a glimpse of her thighs. Holy hell, how had he not noticed before? Had he just been trying to be too polite about it?
He shook his head rather suddenly, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. ]
...sorry, I guess I just imagined it or something...
[ Yeah, it was going to be easier that way, wasn't it? Just pretend like it never happened. ]
[For a few seconds, Kokoro sagged in relief. That's right, they were just not going to bring it up, for both their sakes. Maybe wearing a skirt was not the best idea she'd had, but she'd wanted to be cute.
Oh well, it is what it is.]
Yeah...
[Kokoro laughed weakly. Crisis averted.]
Anyway, um, why don't you take a seat and I'll sit down on the floor. It's weird, but I usually sat that way with some friends of mine back home.
[And it made her feel small, which was an added bonus.]
[ Shit, it was hard not talking about this even if it seemed to be an unspoken agreement that they wouldn't. Mista took in a deep breath, stepping over to the couch to settle on it with a rather inelegant flop.
Sitting on the floor didn't seem all that weird to him, even if he was sure that the couch was a considerable amount more comfortable. Maybe this was another way of dodging the issue? He wasn't going to ask. ]
I'm used to like, cuddling people who watch Norwegian soap operas for fun, but it's kinda forward to to let me sit between your knees like that.
[Suddenly, she had great appreciate for tormenting poor Ulf for the last two years. Ah. Hindsight. Her eyes opened wide in recognition, and she laughed.]
Oh no, poor Ulf. Uh, for now, just take my hand and we'll go from there? Yeah, that sounds good for now.
[ If he were asked about it later, he was admittedly relieved that she was asking for something so simple to start with. Not that he'd expected her to go wild with a request but at least if she needed something more he'd be able to wade in slowly.
It was with a smile and a nod that he reached out and took hold of both of hers. It was a nice point of contact for that first flow of chroma between them, a light flush on his face when he realised that he should probably be talking and not just sitting there. ]
They're... Well, I had to ask Ulf about the storylines pretty often, but the one he watched had all the good tropes. Evil twins, love affairs. A lot of the time I'd ask him what was happening, but half the time I'd just make up my own storyline. Also?
Not a great way to learn a language unless you want to sound dramatic all the time.
[She grinned. Her hands were just a little colder than one might expect from such an active girl. Maybe a lower heart rate.]
[ As far as Mista was concerned the cold could be explained by the fact that she was nervous, even if they didn't feel clammy in the least bit. He couldn't help but nod in response, a soft laugh as he leaned back a little and still held tight to her hands. ]
Yeah, probably not great if you're looking to just learn something a little more conversational. You speak anything else? Norwegian sounds like a bitch of a language to learn, it'd probably be hard if you learned from a book too.
[She thought about it for a moment, thumbs stroking his idly as she concentrated.]
Mmm... not really. Dad teaches me phrases, and then doesn't tell me exactly what they mean, so I could literally be telling someone to fuck all the way off in five languages, instead of like, asking where I am.
Like, I know ciao and bella in Italian, but also... Ti metto un remo in culo e ti sventolo per l’aria. What does that mean? I just don't know. It makes Dad laugh, though.
[ He was definitely focusing a little too much on the way that she was stroking his hands, it was nice and comforting in a way. It was fine just letting her talk, the idle chatter just a soothing as holding hands.
Or it least it had been before she got to that last phrase, Mista shooting bolt upright with a deep flush on his cheeks. ]
[ He was unintelligible for a moment, a chain of Italian mumbling as he tried to sort out his thoughts. He couldn't say something like that to her, right? But she was asking, what was he supposed to do? Just refuse and let some one else be more crass about it later?
No, no, no! He couldn't let that happen, biting down on his lower lip before he let out a heavy sigh. ]
[ Oh, god, really? There were a few more unintelligible noises from Mista before he finally mumbled under his breath. ]
Mannaggia a me...
[ He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as those little nervous beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Why had she gotten so close? Somehow that made it feel like it would have been harder for him to get it out, his gaze shifting to the side as he finally built up his nerve. ]
...look, it's...when you say something like that you're basically telling them that you're going to stuff an oar in their ass and wave them around like...a flag...
[ The more he talked the more he thought he was going to pass out but he'd finally made it to the end. ]
[ It was something of a relief to hear her agree to not use it unless she had to, it wasn't like he could really police what people said but she seemed like such a nice girl. It would have been a shame for her to be ruined by someone's shitty colloquialisms. He leaned back against the couch again, head craning toward the ceiling as he let out that sigh of relief. ]
I mean, I guess you'd just say it when you wanted someone to know that you've got it out for them. It's not like you're supposed to use it literally or anything...
[Kokoro shifted from her position on the ground to her position next to Mista. Not sure how close or far he was comfortable with her being (sitting between his legs not withstanding) she opted to sit with a hand's width between them. ]
I learned that the hard way, though. The libero on my team borrowed my camera once, and she's only 157 centimeters, so I'm a giant next to her. And here she goes, with my camera. Chin shots for everyone.
[She giggled, thinking of her friends at home. Sure, she missed them but crying over them had been for immediately after she arrived.]
[ He made sure to reach out and take her hand back once she was settled, patting the back of it idly. ]
You're not trying to tell me that there's something wrong with the angle of my chin or anything, are you?
[ He knew that wasn't what she was trying to say, but even he knew that as hard as someone tried it was difficult not to dwell on the fact that you'd been separated from your friends. It was a distraction, even if it seemed like a vain one. ]
But everyone gets this little line of fat because they think they need to angle their chin down just a little to look at them. So instead the better thing to do is to take the picture like, a few feet away. I'm not going to do it now, but, imagine me on my knees right?
[No, it did not occur to her to not leave a pause there. And she lets it sit for a few seconds before she continues.]
But like, on the other side of the table. Then you can look down at me, without putting your chin down. Some people like that, you know? A really fierce look from that angle.
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No, I know you're not.
[OK, maybe she worried about it a little. But just a little, OK!? A girl had to be careful - which was absolutely her mother over her shoulder warning her. Sorry, Mista.]
Anyway, I decided if you were, I'd pop your head like a melon with my thighs. But you're a pretty neat person, so...
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[ Wait, what did she say? What the hell had she said? If he'd heard it right there was a part of him that was mildly scared and another part that was intrigued. He knew it wasn't the right way to describe it, not even a little bit and the fact that he was trying to tell himself to use a different word was confirmation enough.
Was it weird that the thought that was kind of hot? Maybe, maybe not but thinking about it more and being frozen in that silence certainly hadn't done anything to keep that deep flush from rising to his cheeks. He didn't mean to wheel around the way that he did, eyes wide and mouth agape but he sure did it. ]
I'm sorry, you decided what?!
[ God, don't ask Mista! What the hell? And for the love of god, don't look at her thighs. Holy shit. ]
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Nothing! I didn't decide anything!
[Oh God, there's no way he didn't hear, right? Oh noooo. If it was Suguru or Ulf, they would've laughed it off, but he was new. He didn't know that she played so much volleyball that she definitely could do that. You had to have good muscles to jump as high as she did to spike a ball down.]
You didn't hear anything!
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[ No, no, no, don't say it! Don't think it, Mista! It was too late though, his eyes drifting down to catch a glimpse of her thighs. Holy hell, how had he not noticed before? Had he just been trying to be too polite about it?
He shook his head rather suddenly, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. ]
...sorry, I guess I just imagined it or something...
[ Yeah, it was going to be easier that way, wasn't it? Just pretend like it never happened. ]
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Oh well, it is what it is.]
Yeah...
[Kokoro laughed weakly. Crisis averted.]
Anyway, um, why don't you take a seat and I'll sit down on the floor. It's weird, but I usually sat that way with some friends of mine back home.
[And it made her feel small, which was an added bonus.]
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[ Shit, it was hard not talking about this even if it seemed to be an unspoken agreement that they wouldn't. Mista took in a deep breath, stepping over to the couch to settle on it with a rather inelegant flop.
Sitting on the floor didn't seem all that weird to him, even if he was sure that the couch was a considerable amount more comfortable. Maybe this was another way of dodging the issue? He wasn't going to ask. ]
...so what do you wanna do?
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[Suddenly, she had great appreciate for tormenting poor Ulf for the last two years. Ah. Hindsight. Her eyes opened wide in recognition, and she laughed.]
Oh no, poor Ulf. Uh, for now, just take my hand and we'll go from there? Yeah, that sounds good for now.
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[ If he were asked about it later, he was admittedly relieved that she was asking for something so simple to start with. Not that he'd expected her to go wild with a request but at least if she needed something more he'd be able to wade in slowly.
It was with a smile and a nod that he reached out and took hold of both of hers. It was a nice point of contact for that first flow of chroma between them, a light flush on his face when he realised that he should probably be talking and not just sitting there. ]
...so Norwegian soap operas, huh? They any good?
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Not a great way to learn a language unless you want to sound dramatic all the time.
[She grinned. Her hands were just a little colder than one might expect from such an active girl. Maybe a lower heart rate.]
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Yeah, probably not great if you're looking to just learn something a little more conversational. You speak anything else? Norwegian sounds like a bitch of a language to learn, it'd probably be hard if you learned from a book too.
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Mmm... not really. Dad teaches me phrases, and then doesn't tell me exactly what they mean, so I could literally be telling someone to fuck all the way off in five languages, instead of like, asking where I am.
Like, I know ciao and bella in Italian, but also... Ti metto un remo in culo e ti sventolo per l’aria. What does that mean? I just don't know. It makes Dad laugh, though.
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Or it least it had been before she got to that last phrase, Mista shooting bolt upright with a deep flush on his cheeks. ]
Y-you learned that from your dad?!
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[Clearly it either meant something bad, or something dirty, and she couldn't tell which with the way he was flushing red.]
...Mista?
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No, no, no! He couldn't let that happen, biting down on his lower lip before he let out a heavy sigh. ]
It's...uhhh...yeah it's...something...
[ JUST SAY IT!!! ]
...somethingaboutshovinganoarupsomeone'sassandwavingthemlikeaflag.
[ All mashed up, just like that. ]
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Say that again, I didn't understand you.
[Kokoro leaned her head forward and put her fox ear closer to his mouth, tip of her nose against his shoulder.]
Clearly, too, you blurred that all together.
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Mannaggia a me...
[ He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as those little nervous beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Why had she gotten so close? Somehow that made it feel like it would have been harder for him to get it out, his gaze shifting to the side as he finally built up his nerve. ]
...look, it's...when you say something like that you're basically telling them that you're going to stuff an oar in their ass and wave them around like...a flag...
[ The more he talked the more he thought he was going to pass out but he'd finally made it to the end. ]
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That wasn't so bad. It sounds something like a delinquent might say. But maybe more colorful. They stick to ruder language, though.
[Kokoro, satisfied with his explanation, took her seat back on the floor and squeezed his hands.]
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[ He was still horribly embarrassed but at least that squeeze to his hands was reassuring in some way. ]
...so maybe just don't say it unless you know someone isn't going to take it personally or something.
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kokoroheart, then took it back.]Like, when would you even use it, anyway? Not in the "friendly friendship won't take offense" way, but when you'd really mean it.
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I mean, I guess you'd just say it when you wanted someone to know that you've got it out for them. It's not like you're supposed to use it literally or anything...
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[She giggled quietly at the mental image.]
Are you going to beat them with it, hoist them like a flag? It's a surprise.
[Kokoro rested her cheek on his knee, looking up at him.]
Did you know this is actually the worst angle to look at someone?
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[ The imagery was enough to even make Mista laugh just a little, shaking his head some before glancing down at her. ]
Is it? Should I move or something?
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[Kokoro shifted from her position on the ground to her position next to Mista. Not sure how close or far he was comfortable with her being (sitting between his legs not withstanding) she opted to sit with a hand's width between them. ]
I learned that the hard way, though. The libero on my team borrowed my camera once, and she's only 157 centimeters, so I'm a giant next to her. And here she goes, with my camera. Chin shots for everyone.
[She giggled, thinking of her friends at home. Sure, she missed them but crying over them had been for immediately after she arrived.]
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You're not trying to tell me that there's something wrong with the angle of my chin or anything, are you?
[ He knew that wasn't what she was trying to say, but even he knew that as hard as someone tried it was difficult not to dwell on the fact that you'd been separated from your friends. It was a distraction, even if it seemed like a vain one. ]
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[Kokoro laughed. She did miss her friends.]
But everyone gets this little line of fat because they think they need to angle their chin down just a little to look at them. So instead the better thing to do is to take the picture like, a few feet away. I'm not going to do it now, but, imagine me on my knees right?
[No, it did not occur to her to not leave a pause there. And she lets it sit for a few seconds before she continues.]
But like, on the other side of the table. Then you can look down at me, without putting your chin down. Some people like that, you know? A really fierce look from that angle.
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