#ikomax

44) ROAD TRIP!

Nose: “You’re so cute.”

/scratches your nose; (｡･x･)

Tomo has always found it amazing how much a person’s behavior (and personality) could change when influenced by certain emotions. She has experienced it happening before a few times but she’s never really been in any sort of relationship before other than friendship so having a faint baby pink cloud around her is still a rather new thing to her and she would be a liar to say it doesn’t confuses her sometimes.

Even though, that’s a bit of an exaggeration because obviously, there’s no pink haze to cover her eyes and mind but the fact that someone very special to her arrives just in a few minutes at her house could easily equal that experience. At the very least, there has to be a reason why she still hasn’t managed to pick out what to wear even though the entire content of her wardrobe has been lying on her bed, floor, desk, even on the television for at least half an hour now or how it’s still only one of her eyes that has eyeliner applied even though she was supposed to be done with it an hour ago.

That’s when the doorbell rings and Tomo feels a burst of panic wash over her. Thankfully it doesn’t freeze but instead causes her to run into the bathroom to finish her make-up and then quickly put on a white shirt with pink ice cream prints and a pair of beige shorts and insert her ear buds, wondering about when the hell did she become such a romantic before there’s no time left and she has to open the door otherwise it’s feared that Ikoma leaves.

Lemon cake, yes that sounded good right about now. Ikoma could almost taste the lemony sweet goodness. It had been quite some time since he had it and his eyes were filled to the brim with excitement. Slowly admiring each dessert behind the glass counter was the fun part of it, but finally getting to taste the chosen pastry was even better.

"Lemon..cake." whoops. A short slip of the tongue. Coming to his senses quickly, Ikoma suddenly stood up "Oh I’m sorry, I was talking outloud to myself. Don’t mind me. Something that’s good….well you could get the lemon roll cake like me or maybe the apple crisp. Actually! There’s plenty that’s good here."

She hummed, listening to every word being pronounced before looking back at the selection in front of her. She scratched her temple, eyeing the pastries before her with difficulty. She picked up one of the pastries up from the basket and gently rubbed the plastic with her thumb, feeling the softness of the bread through it. She sighed and dropped it back to the basket.

Send Me One To See How My Muse Will React

send me “PerfectBlue and I’ll generate a number that My Muse will say to Yours. { 18 }

            “Today, I was still a little depressed…” Rena sighed into her palms pressed up against her cheeks. It wasn’t a typical, happy, sunshine-y sort of day. Rain fell relentlessly from the grouped clouds directly above, pattering violently atop the flower shop’s roof. Reason one to splash negativity on her mood — if she were even affected by such a factor to begin with. “Nobody came by the shop today. Do you think they don’t like the flowers anymore?” Gradually her voice fell into an unsatisfied whisper, a groan of impatience. “The flowers haven’t been very happy today, either.”

             She peers over to the latter seated behind the counter, a seat reserved especially for them, all the while her arms wrap securely around a lone flower pot. “Was it because no one came to visit them today?” With the brown ceramic handed off into the occupied direction. “Do you want this? They’re dahlias,” her frown faltered, and the corners of her lips exposed her toothy smile all together, “maybe it’d be happier with you.” A loud “clunk” and the pot was set less than gently atop the front counter. “Please?” Offers gradually turned into constant pleas, desperation radiating from the synthetic pupils in her eyes.

             Fortunately not enough to scare the other away.

Yaoi, so he did notice the cover correctly. Even though he didn’t like to admit it, Ikoma did enjoy reading yaoi from time to time. The forbidden collection seemed to grow, though he knew well enough to keep it locked away from prying eyes. He found himself dabbling in it more lately, even going straight towards the section in book stores “Yes, I do. Is the one, that you’re reading, is it any good?”