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ѕσηgвιя∂:

            <sub>⊰☼⊱ ;             Her stomach still aches from the laughter. She walks with arms folded across chest, one hand rising to conceal lips while failing to refrain from titters seeping through fingertips. Something new she has learned about him, today — something new that she can have fun with, in the future. 

                                     ” … sorry. I … wasn’t expecting that. “ She knows that she has a stronger tolerance for spice than most people. She just didn’t know one could have such a violent reaction to something as simple as a tuna roll. Train of through interrupted by a still curdling stomach — yet her appetite drifts away from the thought of food and drink and she doesn’t quite know what it is that she wishes to indulge in.  Fish is no longer appealing. Fast food is also not what she wants. Pizza is over done, but the thought of buying groceries and cooking at home isn’t satisfying either. And he had already said himself that whatever they choose, he couldn’t care less. Clearing throat, she takes two broad steps forward and spins on her heel so that she faces him while walking backwards — though with caution, as to not bump into any unsuspecting passerbys.</sub> 

                                    _{“ .. really? You can’t taste anything at all? ” That spicy, huh? The intention was honestly not to cause physical pain. Her bad. He could be overreacting slightly, though. Which, in itself, is further reason to tease him more. With such she stops abruptly before him, interrupting his forward steps — rising to stand on tip toes so that her mouth can reach the curves of his ear, fingers clutching to fibers of cotton t-shirt and pulling down down slightly to better resolve the height difference between them. 
                                                  ” Hm. I guess that means you wouldn’t be able to taste                                                      me, either.  ”}

 

                          _{Oh?
                                 Oh.
                                        He seems to be thinking that a lot, lately.}

_{And for the second time his face heats up, although this time it is less of a physical cause and more of a mental. Suddenly stopped in the street, slender hands curling into the fabric of his shirt, soft lips whispering that against his ear. Too much stimulus at once! His defenses were breached by spicy tuna. He cannot even come up with a suitable response.}

     _{❄~ "Um … Um. I-I … Y-Yeah …? I mean … I don’t … know?”}

_{It’s not as though he’s never clever with words. Simply, it never seems to happen when he wants it to happen. He remembers kissing her and telling her he wanted to see if she tasted as sweet as she sounded, or something similar. Such a good line only comes once in awhile, it seems, because now he’s offered this, his girlfriend playfully flirting, and he cannot even reciprocate with something mildly intelligent. What a shame.}

_{Despite this, a pleased (if not slightly embarrassed) smile curves across lips that still sting from leftover spices. It’s probably a mental reaction – did the sushi even touch his lips? Maybe his lips are just longing for another touch, remember the past gently brushes and serious interlocking with the pair that now frame such tantalizing words.}