[He lets out a slight chuckle to show that no, not really, and then slips in the door. He's careful to move so that she doesn't get a glimpse of what he's holding and then he backs into the room, eyes on her the entire time.]
[She's not really sure what a kokoro is but she's certain it has something to do with feelings. It's a bit disconcerting to have her eyes on him, and she's a bit wary of whatever it is he's holding.]
[At her next words, his smirk widens into an almost grin.]
Jumping to conclusions, aren't we? [But despite that, he decides to cut the bullshit for once in his life. He moves his arms around and holds out a wrapped box, the contents can be heard rattling around inside. It's wrapped in a deep blue paper.]
It's the most logical conclusion. Most men don't show up at a woman's chamber with the hands behinds their back for no reason. [She reaches for the box, turning it in her hands.]
[He watches as she takes the box and turns it over. At her question, he shrugs.]
I dunno, is it? Just open it and find out, geez.
[And when she does open it, she'll find that it is indeed her makeup- but different. It's a much more expensive, higher quality than her old makeup, though he made sure to get the shades of it as close to the old ones as possible.]
[She shakes her head, eying him.] Of course, that makes sense. The "first things" just happened to make both my skin tone and my preferences of colors. Definitely just chance.
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[He lets out a slight chuckle to show that no, not really, and then slips in the door. He's careful to move so that she doesn't get a glimpse of what he's holding and then he backs into the room, eyes on her the entire time.]
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[She's not really sure what a kokoro is but she's certain it has something to do with feelings. It's a bit disconcerting to have her eyes on him, and she's a bit wary of whatever it is he's holding.]
Did you bring me a gift?
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[At her next words, his smirk widens into an almost grin.]
Jumping to conclusions, aren't we? [But despite that, he decides to cut the bullshit for once in his life. He moves his arms around and holds out a wrapped box, the contents can be heard rattling around inside. It's wrapped in a deep blue paper.]
But yeah, I did.
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It's the most logical conclusion. Most men don't show up at a woman's chamber with the hands behinds their back for no reason. [She reaches for the box, turning it in her hands.]
Is this my make up?
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[He watches as she takes the box and turns it over. At her question, he shrugs.]
I dunno, is it? Just open it and find out, geez.
[And when she does open it, she'll find that it is indeed her makeup- but different. It's a much more expensive, higher quality than her old makeup, though he made sure to get the shades of it as close to the old ones as possible.]
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[She eyes him, opening the box and pulling out the lipstick thoughtfully. She rifles through the rest of the make up, smiling slyly.]
You're oddly observant, Strider.
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