#cryxtaltime

          “tokiya-san…” there are many things she wishes to say yet nothing comes out of her mouth when their eyes meet. the poor composer miserably fails again. “... h-happy valentine's day!” she quickly says to mask her embarrassment and fill the awkward silence, holding out the small package of handmade chocolates. dark chocolate specially made for him. still, it didn’t feel like chocolates were enough… and she can only hope he’ll understand the meaning of her actions when she moves closer, gingerly pressing her lips against his cheek. dangerously close to his own lips. it takes longer than expected but she's not apologizing this time. making a point to avoid his eyes, she focuses on the chocolates instead. “i-i-i’ll be waiting to--… to hear your thoughts about it later...”

“I’m... still in Japan, but...” 

Her voice trailed off, hesitation bloomed on her features and felt an uncertainty crawling up her spine. The girl did not know what to make of this, gazing around quietly taking in the appearance of the room quietly. She sensed nothing malicious, nor any lies from the young man before her. In fact, Hotaru felt rather embarrassed. 

[ Well-- I’ll have you know when Independence came on she was like nope.

WOOSH! There he goes! Right onto his leg!

Sent: 19:23

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Cecil was a cat. He slept on my bed. He was in my lap.

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Is it weird that no one talks about that?

 Sent: 19:27

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Is my lap comfy? I can't put my head in my lap, so I don't know.

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Do you?

Sent: 19:31

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She wasn’t originally going to go to the festival, especially not alone. Her only reasons were that it was something to do, that it wasn’t far -- the same wide open venue near her place where LMB had been -- and that she got to partake in a free STARISH concert. If she came out of there with extra, then who was she to complain?

The extra had clearly become her problem. She didn’t want to count how much yen she’d blown on the ring toss game so far. Steadying her aim, she threw the last ring of her nth attempt... and missed by a mile or so. Sighing loudly, she paid the gleeful booth owner for another ten rings just as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Recognizing him instantly, her eyebrows went up in surprise. What’s Ichinose-san doing wandering around alone? Isn’t that dangerous? Oh my gosh! I don’t think he recognizes me... not that he’d want to know that Kanamin is this plain normally...