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Collaboration with ask-yasu
==Lemmy POV==
There was a faint jingle coming out from Lemmy's phone. It signalled there was approximately 30 minutes left in the promenade. Or rather, 30 minutes left until 11 pm.
So far there hasn't any been any major. Of course, complaints about a dead ogre. One mustn't ignore that. Beyond that, it was a relatively easy night.
He licked the lemon candy in his mouth several times, rolling it over and over trying to see who had needed help or not. Hearing some unsteady breathing and faint giggles, he turned around.
Noticing Yasu walking semi-uneasily, he offered his hand as a guide.
"Are you alright, Lady Yasu? How was your night so far? Did you need any help getting home...or anything else...?"
==Yasu POV==
After forcefully kissing yet another person, Yasu walks around once again. Noticing a man with white hair walking towards her, she looks at him. He suddenly prompts her “Are you alright, Lady Yasu? How was your night so far? Did you need any help getting home… or anything else…?” She looked at him a bit surprised.
“Lady, Yasu..?” she thought to herself for a second. She has never recalled anyone calling her a lady. She quite liked that. She looked up and down at him, yet another good looking guy. “I’m fine myself, and I can say, you’re also mighty fine,” she says as she scoots a bit closer and winks at him.
==Lemmy POV==
Taking a moment to realize what has happened, he slowly begins to adjust his glasses. Suddenly beginning to realize what was happening. His hands began to shake. Aha...ahaha….nono.
“Oh no...not another flirt… Not with me...eehehhe… Wh-why do they always flirt with me…?”
Trying to keep a very steady grip on his glasses, he finally succeeded on fixing them properly. He didn’t want to exactly back away from Yasu, even if he was getting awfully uncomfortable. My...was it getting hot in there? Or was he really just that nervous?
“A-Ah...th-thank you Lady Yasu...f-for th-the com-compliment. I-It’s nice to see…” he was shaking from head to toe, he tried to find something to compliment as he looked at her outfit and hair, but he didn’t want to be caught staring. “Umm..you look rather lovely this evening. Are you alone by any chance...or?” Wait...he didn’t mean to sound like he was making a pick up line… This wasn’t going well.
“Did you need anything?” his face was beginning to fluster, his eyes looking aimlessly to avoid her gaze.
==Yasu POV==
She could sense that he was nervous, but why? She would never know. “Umm..you look rather lovely this evening. Are you alone by any chance…or?” he said. Was he trying to pick on her? One second he was nervous, the other he was striking with confidence.
As she was listening to him speaking, she could smell a citrus scent coming from him. Especially when he spoke. She figured he had some sort of candy in his mouth. She then asked him, “Is that candy? Lemon candy? Do you have any spares one?”
==Lemmy POV==
He breathed out with relief. A normal topic at least. He nodded slowly. He could feel her gaze on his body as he tried to find the pocket where he had just put back his candy. Finally finding one, he unwrapped it carefully.
Bending closer to Yasu, his face closer to hers… “Say aahhh”
==Yasu Pov==
She looked at him intrigued. Perhaps he didn't catch the hint she was making? She gently pushed his hand away. Put her hands on his neck and jerk him down to her height, making her shawl slip down on the floor. “Don’t mind if I do~” She then kissed him and stole the candy straight from his mouth. She slipped a little something inside of his vest pocket and then let free of him. She covered her mouth and giggled.
“Well then, I must get going,” she says as she politely bows. She turned around and then made her way to the Hotel Resort, ready to call it a night.
==Lemmy POV==
W-What…? His knees suddenly gave way and he felt himself fall on the ground. He was shaking again, and could feel his glasses become slightly crooked. He looked up and saw a servant reach out to help him up. Trying to keep his balance, he stood up. Smiling a bit, he asked the servant for the water that he had on his plate.
When offered a glass, he grabbed the pitcher instead. Promptly pouring it over his head.
“Are you alright, sir?”
“I-I...need a moment.” he said walking off. With shaky fingers he slid his fingers into his vest pocket and reached for what she had slipped in. Her address. He almost dropped the card and almost fell again. Where was another pitcher of water when you needed it?
