ic contact;

[battering]

UNIT № 1 0 7
"Yo, this is Yata!
Make the message worth my time
an' I'll get back to ya!"

[ call | text | voicemail | action ]

Comments

[redsea]

[ It's because of that and he's not tall, dark and handsome

but like hell she'd say it out loud! She copies Yata instead and looks at her mug. ]

But things like that do not matter anymore. You have a nice face, anyway. [ That was difficult to admit. She dips her head to hide a smile as she takes a sip of her drink. ]

[battering]

[ He wants to slap the hot chocolate out of her hands and shove her to the floor like a playground bully for the compliment, but he doesn't.

Yata's pretty sure she'd kick his ass.

Also he's too busy covering his face with his hands now. He mumbles, ] Don't say stuff like that... [ It makes him blush! ]

[redsea]

You started it. [ Not looking at him, nope. Even if they were just inches away a while ago. He's not the only one blushing here. ]

[battering]

No I didn't!

[ He probably did, he just couldn't really think straight after everything that had happened today. ]

...A-anyway, did you have something else you wanted to do?

[redsea]

[ They can count the number of times he's called her a variation of pretty today for evidence. Or! ]

Well, I used my charm and wit to get a pack of playing cards the other day. [ More like someone took pity on her for lurking around the shops and gave her something to send her off. ] Do you know how to play?

[battering]

Uh, kinda. The only game I know is go-fish. [ SHRUGS. ] I'll just learn fast if you wanna teach me yours!

[redsea]

Oh. I... was hoping you would teach me. These are nothing like the cards I know. [ what are all these suits, man... ]