[ he appreciates just how naturally her fingers curl around his. the lingering warmth from their palms pressed together gives him a small smile, before he turns his gaze back to her. ]
Then what should my next excuse be? Maaaybe something likeā¦ a hand holding epidemic that only afflicts good, honest boys? [ or was she preferring him to play hard to get today? his cocks his head to the side a bit, as if silently baring his every intention to be a ā¦ well, a brat.
that is, before he seems to move on. ]
If I didnāt know any better, it sounds like someone is trying to fatten me up.
[Rafayel may have a choice between being a good boy and playing hard to get, but Ambrosia, well... "hard to get" is her usual go-to attitude around him. It doesn't stop her from interlocking her fingers with his, though, gently swinging their hands around as they walk together. She appears at ease, a smile staying put on her lips.]
A hand holding epidemic? [A fake gasp] Is it fatal?
[To be fair, Rafayel really is a good, honest man. Not like she'll admit out loud, of course. Instead, she opts for an amused snort.]
If I wanted to fatten you up, I'd make burgers and fries. Besides, isn't your metabolism in working condition?
[ as if to punctuate his point, he gives her hand a light squeeze, this thumb also brushing briefly against her knuckles. ]
Yeaaah, think my metabolism got even better since I— [ heās about to finish his words, but finds himself cutting them a bit short when he feels that touch to his sides. he angles himself away just slightly, before turning back at her. ]
If youāre looking for abs, obviously I have them. Youāre feeling up the wrong places.
[Her fingers turn extra warm as though she's absorbing his heat through simple touch alone. He might be able to feel her skin tremble subtly under his thumb, too.]
That's up to me to decide, don't you think?
[Not like Ambrosia will stayed amused for too long, not when embarrassment shows in the form of pink cheeks. There's a startled gasp out of her lips as she widens her eyes, both from his words and his grasp on her hands.]
Oh, come on! You make me sound like a pervert, Rafayel!
[ maybe it's fortunate that he still has the bag of food resting on his wrist, and so he doesn't seem to put a lot of fight behind his movements. he places just enough pressure to move her hands closer to his body, right below his chest, as he cocks his head to the side. ]
While you make it sound like you've never touched me before.
[ ... ] So Miss Pervert, how is it?
[ is it fortunate, or unfortunate that there's still a bit more street before they make it to his gate. ]
[Foiled by a man-shaped fish! His movements are gentle with little pressure on her hands, yet just enough warmth that it's impossible to ignore the sudden heartbeat intrinsically pounding against her chest, like his fingers are somehow connected to her heart.
Also impossible to ignore: her palms in contact where his abs should be, separated by layers of clothing. She shifts her eyes to one side, mumbling:]
... You can't call me a pervert... if you're consenting.
[Ambrosia is just going to keep her hands still, redness in her cheeks intensifying. Still keeping her voice quiet, of course.]
Can't I? I could have just changed my mind the second you got in there.
[ except, she's definitely not in anywhere. even if his shirt is a little loose and mostly unbuttoned. it's clear he just walked out of the home with whatever he was lounging in.
either way, when he sees her cheeks color, he releases a small hint of a laugh. ]
Yeah, and what else can you tell? [ drawing her land a little lower this time.
even, if it's nothing but a bluff because who will fold first here... ]
[Everything about this distracts Ambrosia, far more than she's ever willing to admit — his loose shirt, unbuttoned enough that his exposed skin is in her line of vision, her hand shifting a little lower than intended. He even smells nice from where she stands.
This isn't good. She's not supposed to be distracted by a handsome man so easily, especially one who is capable of being sneaky. Despite the obvious flush on her cheeks, she clears her throat and looks at Rafayel directly in the eye. Is it time to be a little braver?]
What I can tell? [A huff, then an eyebrow twitch:] That you're being a naughty brat.
[For her own pride's sake... yes.
There's a small competitive streak being lit as she leans closer, ever so slowly, just until her lips are near his ear to blow gently on the outer shell.]
Ohh, so this is what you think is naughty. [ his voice falls a bit lower, and a bit quieter. he's about to open his mouth but then she closes the distance between them, and just like that he feels her breath tickle his ear.
he winces just a little, not in any displeasure, but because his ears are now a little red and his cheeks slightly flushed. ] You... [ but, there's something else in his eyes. thankfully, he doesn't drop their food, but he does lean in and give her a light kiss on the cheek. so light in fact that who knows if it's the graze of his hair on her cheek or something else.
when he pulls back a little: ] There's your punishment first.
[Her breath hitches at the sight of his ears turning a little red, and the corners of her lips turn up for a faint teasing smile as she chortles. Even the way he winces sounds cute to her ears, making her eyes shimmer and her heart race. Payback is short and simple, but it gets the job done.
Very short. Ambrosia senses the lightest of touches grazing her cheek. His lips? His hair? Too light, but it makes her skin tremble all the same.]
Rafayel...
[Oh, here we go again. Another spurt of retaliation in the form of her kissing his cheek. Does she want to lose to him? Nope!]
somehow it reminds him of something in their past, and maybe that's why he naturally feels his body heating up. he isn't sure what triggers it— her proximity, their shared, but chaste intimacy, or something else. maybe it's why he barely thinks before he leans in and almost, just almost presses his lips against hers.
...
he stops himself short of the movement. just lets his breath tickles her lips, before he pulls away. ] You should remember that favors are often returned tenfold, so you should be careful when giving them.
[The remnants of the past are what Ambrosia is familiar with: dark and dreary, unlike the bright and hopeful moments she has with Rafayel. The sense of loss from her parents, the jealousy for her well-loved older sister, the familiar numbers and names of the disappeared persons on a computer screen through a digital archive she compiled, and the cold weight from the handle of a gun or a dagger — they were all that she had, from a place she once lived.
But every one in a while, she has dreams and somehow he is there along with a bright blue ocean behind him, and suddenly she's interrupted by reality.
There's a ticklish feeling on her lips along with the heat coursing through her body, and she quickly averts her gaze.]
The bigger the risk, the greater the reward. It's the same with favors.
[Her response is uttered under her breath, but it's audible enough to be heard nonetheless. Time for her to mentally kick herself.]
Anyway... we should hurry up and eat dinner, unless you want to eat cold fish!
[ he may have felt a shift in her emotions, however brief. is it a testament to his heightened sensitivity when it came to her, or was this also a skill heās honed on land for the duration of the life heās lived here. the answer doesnāt come to him easily, but when he sees the way in which she averts her gaze in the way she does, he supposed it didnāt exactly matter. thereās a small touch of a smile that doesnāt leave his lips.
to be honest, heās a single thread away from losing his sense of reason. maybe thatās exactly why he has to stop himself now, before he ends up taking it too far in the middle of the road leading up to his private property.
he releases a quiet chuckle. ] Yeah, yeah. You almost just got swallowed up whole and youāre worried about the fried fish? [ rafayel never misses his chance to quip back, of course, even if heās still feeling the fluster and heightened emotions from just seconds ago.
maybe thatās why he quickens his pace, and tugs on her hand lightly as they approach the front gate. itās half-way opened and he pushes it as he leads her in. per usual, it becomes clear heās probably been painting all night if the mess is any indication of that, but outside of the scattered paints (and close petals?), it definitely looks like the kitchen hasnāt been touched in days. ]
[Dealing with her mind swirling in tandem with the butterflies in her stomach is the last thing she expects to do, but she's quick to regain her bearings once she hears his quips. Back to their usual routine, even if the warmth still lingers on her lips and cheeks.
Which is probably for the best. Truthfully, Ambrosia isn't sure she's ready to lose all of her inhibitions and give in to her not-so secret desires just yet.
She snorts in amusement as they head inside, squeezing his hand gently out of habit.]
You're the one who got excited over my dinner at our texts. And it's baked, not fried!
[Or so Ambrosia insists. She will not fatten Rafayel up, thank you very much!
Once her eyes scan over their current surroundings, a frown appears on her face, complete with slightly knitted brows in thought. The used canvases and splattered paints make it clear how often he paints, but it's the kitchen that gives her pause. Not a single proof of usage. That's, well... concerning.]
... It's a good thing I did bring dinner to you, after all.
[ thereās a bit of relief when he feels her fingers squeeze his back. heās been relatively careful in how heās approached her. almost methodical, really. so the idea that he hasnāt blown it in crossing over any invisible boundary breathes newfound assurance in him and in the way he looks back to her.
his expression at least looks a bit more composed, at least. ] Same thing. A cutie made it so itās sure to be good. [ he says as he places the food on the otherwise empty kitchen island. he then looks to how empty it is before reaching out his now very free hand to squeeze her cheek. ]
Nah, I probably would have just ordered food from our favorite seafood place. And of course, I would still have a little fishie deliver the invitation. [ not to detract from her efforts, naturally. but, heād like to think her presence her tonight was a consistency in any timeline. ]
[Good thing she's not able to be worried for too long, not when something else smoothes away the tiny wrinkle off her brows and (most of) her lingering worries — an instant pressure on her cheek. A squeeze. Her cheeks are extra warm again, thanks.
And now her expression is akin to a puffed up cat, complete with a slow pinching of her eyes.]
Of course it'll be good! I'm perfectly experienced in the kitchen.
[Confidence all over her tone at that, with one of the few skills she's happy to show off if asked, not needing to put on a humble mask. Speaking of the kitchen, Ambrosia gives it a long glance and clicks her tongue with a shake of her head.]
One of these days, I want to see you whip up something tasty. Takeout is good and all during lazy days, but I can't help but wonder... [An eyebrow raise] Hmm. If my fishie is good with a hand mixer as he is with a paintbrush.
Then I guess I will have to surprise you next time. Why don't you send me a bunch of videos of foods you're craving, and I'll make them one by one for you. [ he says with an easy confidence that suggests that painting isn't his only specialty. his fingers releasing their hold of her cheeks. he thinks he's spare her round 2 until she actually begins eating and stuffing them full of food. ]
Cooking isn't too different from art in a way. I think they both involve inspiration as well as a bit of experimentation. [ even if this kitchen as it stands probably doesn't evoke a lot of confidence. nor the fact that his fridge has likely mostly been cleaned out by thomas within the prior week. ]
Sounds like a plan. Should I send you videos of ceviche or a risotto first? [She taps on her chin, scrunching her brows to appear thoughtful.] No, paella!
[Ceviche is relatively simple, compared to the other dishes she just mentioned. Is she testing him to ensure his culinary confidence is the real deal?
For now, the actual seafood dinner she brought for them to enjoy takes precedence. Time to grab the drinks! Just in time for Ambrosia to open the door to the fridge and— sigh.]
You know what? You're not wrong there when it comes to food and art. Now if only you could add some inspiration to the fridge. It's lacking something.
[There's a quick jab of her thumb in the direction of the open fridge along with an eyebrow raise.]
[ he lifts a hand to brush out his fringe for a moment, before turning back to her. ] If it's paella, we can add seafood in. You can expect only the freshest ingredients. [ he continues in tune as he comes up right behind her. he moves above her to close the fridge door.
he then gestures with his chin. ] I did get some tea recently... [ probably from aunt talia's recent travels. incidentally, she may have also given him something to hand ambrosia as a gift. he just has to find it first. ]
In that case, prepare yourself. No matter how many fresh ingredients you use, I've a very tough critic to please.
[All boast, full confidence with a slight jut of her chin and a playful tone. So okay, maybe not that hard to please, but she can't gift him victory on a silver platter. He has to work for it!
There's a brief look of confusion on her face as she raises both eyebrows.]
Tea?
[It comes and goes, however. Ambrosia perks up, and if it's Rafayel's attempt to distract her from the lack of things in the fridge, well... it worked. For now.]
Oh! I think you mentioned something about it the other day, didn't you?
he's definitely not scared. there really is only self-assurance to attached to every single one of his words, or even in the way his own eyes seem to be twinkling at the idea of cooking up whatever she throws at him. despite that, he does dig around in the upper cabinets, before he ends up snapping his fingers.
he then grabs her wrist again and pulls her towards the spare bedroom. ]
Yeah, I think I put it here thinking you could use this room whenever you wanted. [ when he opens the door, the desk in the room has a few wrapped packages, and it's there that he's grabbing one of them and pulling out a ornately decorated cannister of tea. ] The rest were for you, too.
[A light snort is all he gets in response as she shifts her gaze between him and the drinks she just retrieved from the fridge, keeping her smile intact. It's a win-win situation for her if she's being honest with herself — she gets to try his cooking and see another side of the man she calls "her fishie".
Warmth spreads along her wrist from the tug, a strong hand pulling her elsewhere. Everything blurs around her as her heart springs.
And now she's in another room, glancing around with a look of surprise, watching Rafayel pulling out a nicely decorated canister for her to reach out with careful hands. It doesn't take long for a sweet smell to waft through her nostrils. Something flowery, perhaps.]
Is that hibiscus tea? My favorite?
[Ambrosia looks on in awe, hugging the canister close to her chest.]
Oh Rafayel, this is amazing... thank you! We could try it out in this room sometime. A tea party, maybe?
[ it's difficult not to smile when she recognizes it by scent alone. ]
Yeeep. Weren't you complaining of almost running out the other day?
[ rafayel has always made a conscious effort to be there when she needed. even in the form of being her official tea re-stocker. not that he would limit himself to that, of course. regardless, he does offer an easygoing chuckle. ]
Whatever you want, cutie. We could also brew some when we get our second wind tonight, too. [ he says, about to wink at her... when suddenly the awareness of them being in this room together seems to gradually hit him. he opens his mouth, and then closes it before turning his gaze away briefly. ]
[The more tea she drinks, the higher chances of recognizing specific flavors by scent. She has him to thank for that. One of her hands curls around her mouth, clearing her throat.]
I was going to buy another pack the other day, but I forgot.
[Talk about being blessed with good timing in the form of a reliable fish man. With her smile staying put on her face, she carefully removes the wrapping.]
If we're having a tea party, then there should definitely be some cookies or cakes to eat with them, no?
[A soft sound of paper being wrinkled stops as soon as Ambrosia's smile falters, her gaze lingering at Rafayel with a confused look. Then with a mix of curiosity and concern in her tone:]
[ the inquiry throws him off, even if just by a margin.
it takes that extra two or three seconds for him to regain his bearings and remember she's talking to him. as distracted as he momentarily seems, he seems to shake it off easily enough. ] Didn't you say you wanted to try cake from that one place?
I heard the melon slices in their cake were huuuge.
[ surely they do delivery, or that seems to be the implication. still, as much as he may conceal about himself under the guise of no one truly being able to understand him, he does give a small nod. ]
Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be? I was just thinking since this is your room, [ or that's what he's decided. ] you'll have to do a lot to make sure everything in this room won't miss you too much when you're gone.
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Then what should my next excuse be? Maaaybe something likeā¦ a hand holding epidemic that only afflicts good, honest boys? [ or was she preferring him to play hard to get today? his cocks his head to the side a bit, as if silently baring his every intention to be a ā¦ well, a brat.
that is, before he seems to move on. ]
If I didnāt know any better, it sounds like someone is trying to fatten me up.
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A hand holding epidemic? [A fake gasp] Is it fatal?
[To be fair, Rafayel really is a good, honest man. Not like she'll admit out loud, of course. Instead, she opts for an amused snort.]
If I wanted to fatten you up, I'd make burgers and fries. Besides, isn't your metabolism in working condition?
[Her free hand pokes at his side. Tap, tap, tap.]
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[ as if to punctuate his point, he gives her hand a light squeeze, this thumb also brushing briefly against her knuckles. ]
Yeaaah, think my metabolism got even better since I— [ heās about to finish his words, but finds himself cutting them a bit short when he feels that touch to his sides. he angles himself away just slightly, before turning back at her. ]
If youāre looking for abs, obviously I have them. Youāre feeling up the wrong places.
[ going to try and grab her other hand now too. ]
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That's up to me to decide, don't you think?
[Not like Ambrosia will stayed amused for too long, not when embarrassment shows in the form of pink cheeks. There's a startled gasp out of her lips as she widens her eyes, both from his words and his grasp on her hands.]
Oh, come on! You make me sound like a pervert, Rafayel!
[She's an upstanding citizen!!]
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While you make it sound like you've never touched me before.
[ ... ] So Miss Pervert, how is it?
[ is it fortunate, or unfortunate that there's still a bit more street before they make it to his gate. ]
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Also impossible to ignore: her palms in contact where his abs should be, separated by layers of clothing. She shifts her eyes to one side, mumbling:]
... You can't call me a pervert... if you're consenting.
[Ambrosia is just going to keep her hands still, redness in her cheeks intensifying. Still keeping her voice quiet, of course.]
I can tell you've been working hard.
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[ except, she's definitely not in anywhere. even if his shirt is a little loose and mostly unbuttoned. it's clear he just walked out of the home with whatever he was lounging in.
either way, when he sees her cheeks color, he releases a small hint of a laugh. ]
Yeah, and what else can you tell? [ drawing her land a little lower this time.
even, if it's nothing but a bluff because who will fold first here... ]
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This isn't good. She's not supposed to be distracted by a handsome man so easily, especially one who is capable of being sneaky. Despite the obvious flush on her cheeks, she clears her throat and looks at Rafayel directly in the eye. Is it time to be a little braver?]
What I can tell? [A huff, then an eyebrow twitch:] That you're being a naughty brat.
[For her own pride's sake... yes.
There's a small competitive streak being lit as she leans closer, ever so slowly, just until her lips are near his ear to blow gently on the outer shell.]
And I should discipline you.
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he winces just a little, not in any displeasure, but because his ears are now a little red and his cheeks slightly flushed. ] You... [ but, there's something else in his eyes. thankfully, he doesn't drop their food, but he does lean in and give her a light kiss on the cheek. so light in fact that who knows if it's the graze of his hair on her cheek or something else.
when he pulls back a little: ] There's your punishment first.
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Very short. Ambrosia senses the lightest of touches grazing her cheek. His lips? His hair? Too light, but it makes her skin tremble all the same.]
Rafayel...
[Oh, here we go again. Another spurt of retaliation in the form of her kissing his cheek. Does she want to lose to him? Nope!]
Don't mind me, I'm just returning the favor.
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somehow it reminds him of something in their past, and maybe that's why he naturally feels his body heating up. he isn't sure what triggers it— her proximity, their shared, but chaste intimacy, or something else. maybe it's why he barely thinks before he leans in and almost, just almost presses his lips against hers.
...
he stops himself short of the movement. just lets his breath tickles her lips, before he pulls away. ] You should remember that favors are often returned tenfold, so you should be careful when giving them.
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But every one in a while, she has dreams and somehow he is there along with a bright blue ocean behind him, and suddenly she's interrupted by reality.
There's a ticklish feeling on her lips along with the heat coursing through her body, and she quickly averts her gaze.]
The bigger the risk, the greater the reward. It's the same with favors.
[Her response is uttered under her breath, but it's audible enough to be heard nonetheless. Time for her to mentally kick herself.]
Anyway... we should hurry up and eat dinner, unless you want to eat cold fish!
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to be honest, heās a single thread away from losing his sense of reason. maybe thatās exactly why he has to stop himself now, before he ends up taking it too far in the middle of the road leading up to his private property.
he releases a quiet chuckle. ] Yeah, yeah. You almost just got swallowed up whole and youāre worried about the fried fish? [ rafayel never misses his chance to quip back, of course, even if heās still feeling the fluster and heightened emotions from just seconds ago.
maybe thatās why he quickens his pace, and tugs on her hand lightly as they approach the front gate. itās half-way opened and he pushes it as he leads her in. per usual, it becomes clear heās probably been painting all night if the mess is any indication of that, but outside of the scattered paints (and close petals?), it definitely looks like the kitchen hasnāt been touched in days. ]
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Which is probably for the best. Truthfully, Ambrosia isn't sure she's ready to lose all of her inhibitions and give in to her not-so secret desires just yet.
She snorts in amusement as they head inside, squeezing his hand gently out of habit.]
You're the one who got excited over my dinner at our texts. And it's baked, not fried!
[Or so Ambrosia insists. She will not fatten Rafayel up, thank you very much!
Once her eyes scan over their current surroundings, a frown appears on her face, complete with slightly knitted brows in thought. The used canvases and splattered paints make it clear how often he paints, but it's the kitchen that gives her pause. Not a single proof of usage. That's, well... concerning.]
... It's a good thing I did bring dinner to you, after all.
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his expression at least looks a bit more composed, at least. ] Same thing. A cutie made it so itās sure to be good. [ he says as he places the food on the otherwise empty kitchen island. he then looks to how empty it is before reaching out his now very free hand to squeeze her cheek. ]
Nah, I probably would have just ordered food from our favorite seafood place. And of course, I would still have a little fishie deliver the invitation. [ not to detract from her efforts, naturally. but, heād like to think her presence her tonight was a consistency in any timeline. ]
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And now her expression is akin to a puffed up cat, complete with a slow pinching of her eyes.]
Of course it'll be good! I'm perfectly experienced in the kitchen.
[Confidence all over her tone at that, with one of the few skills she's happy to show off if asked, not needing to put on a humble mask. Speaking of the kitchen, Ambrosia gives it a long glance and clicks her tongue with a shake of her head.]
One of these days, I want to see you whip up something tasty. Takeout is good and all during lazy days, but I can't help but wonder... [An eyebrow raise] Hmm. If my fishie is good with a hand mixer as he is with a paintbrush.
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Cooking isn't too different from art in a way. I think they both involve inspiration as well as a bit of experimentation. [ even if this kitchen as it stands probably doesn't evoke a lot of confidence. nor the fact that his fridge has likely mostly been cleaned out by thomas within the prior week. ]
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[Ceviche is relatively simple, compared to the other dishes she just mentioned. Is she testing him to ensure his culinary confidence is the real deal?
For now, the actual seafood dinner she brought for them to enjoy takes precedence. Time to grab the drinks! Just in time for Ambrosia to open the door to the fridge and— sigh.]
You know what? You're not wrong there when it comes to food and art. Now if only you could add some inspiration to the fridge. It's lacking something.
[There's a quick jab of her thumb in the direction of the open fridge along with an eyebrow raise.]
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[ he lifts a hand to brush out his fringe for a moment, before turning back to her. ] If it's paella, we can add seafood in. You can expect only the freshest ingredients. [ he continues in tune as he comes up right behind her. he moves above her to close the fridge door.
he then gestures with his chin. ] I did get some tea recently... [ probably from aunt talia's recent travels. incidentally, she may have also given him something to hand ambrosia as a gift. he just has to find it first. ]
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[All boast, full confidence with a slight jut of her chin and a playful tone. So okay, maybe not that hard to please, but she can't gift him victory on a silver platter. He has to work for it!
There's a brief look of confusion on her face as she raises both eyebrows.]
Tea?
[It comes and goes, however. Ambrosia perks up, and if it's Rafayel's attempt to distract her from the lack of things in the fridge, well... it worked. For now.]
Oh! I think you mentioned something about it the other day, didn't you?
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he's definitely not scared. there really is only self-assurance to attached to every single one of his words, or even in the way his own eyes seem to be twinkling at the idea of cooking up whatever she throws at him. despite that, he does dig around in the upper cabinets, before he ends up snapping his fingers.
he then grabs her wrist again and pulls her towards the spare bedroom. ]
Yeah, I think I put it here thinking you could use this room whenever you wanted. [ when he opens the door, the desk in the room has a few wrapped packages, and it's there that he's grabbing one of them and pulling out a ornately decorated cannister of tea. ] The rest were for you, too.
[ distraction: success. ]
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Warmth spreads along her wrist from the tug, a strong hand pulling her elsewhere. Everything blurs around her as her heart springs.
And now she's in another room, glancing around with a look of surprise, watching Rafayel pulling out a nicely decorated canister for her to reach out with careful hands. It doesn't take long for a sweet smell to waft through her nostrils. Something flowery, perhaps.]
Is that hibiscus tea? My favorite?
[Ambrosia looks on in awe, hugging the canister close to her chest.]
Oh Rafayel, this is amazing... thank you! We could try it out in this room sometime. A tea party, maybe?
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Yeeep. Weren't you complaining of almost running out the other day?
[ rafayel has always made a conscious effort to be there when she needed. even in the form of being her official tea re-stocker. not that he would limit himself to that, of course. regardless, he does offer an easygoing chuckle. ]
Whatever you want, cutie. We could also brew some when we get our second wind tonight, too. [ he says, about to wink at her... when suddenly the awareness of them being in this room together seems to gradually hit him. he opens his mouth, and then closes it before turning his gaze away briefly. ]
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I was going to buy another pack the other day, but I forgot.
[Talk about being blessed with good timing in the form of a reliable fish man. With her smile staying put on her face, she carefully removes the wrapping.]
If we're having a tea party, then there should definitely be some cookies or cakes to eat with them, no?
[A soft sound of paper being wrinkled stops as soon as Ambrosia's smile falters, her gaze lingering at Rafayel with a confused look. Then with a mix of curiosity and concern in her tone:]
Are you okay?
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it takes that extra two or three seconds for him to regain his bearings and remember she's talking to him. as distracted as he momentarily seems, he seems to shake it off easily enough. ] Didn't you say you wanted to try cake from that one place?
I heard the melon slices in their cake were huuuge.
[ surely they do delivery, or that seems to be the implication. still, as much as he may conceal about himself under the guise of no one truly being able to understand him, he does give a small nod. ]
Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be? I was just thinking since this is your room, [ or that's what he's decided. ] you'll have to do a lot to make sure everything in this room won't miss you too much when you're gone.
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