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sirenspull2013-02-06 02:55 am
bondsoflove) wrote in sirenspull2013-02-06 02:55 am
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o1o, video
[Filtered from Warsman.]
When I lived in Konoha, Valentine's Day consisted of every girl I knew bombarding me with crappy homemade chocolate that tasted more like wax. Boys were supposed to reciprocate with something of equal or greater value a month later, on White Day. I never did, though--for one thing, I'd have been broke, and for another I never returned the interest.
[If you look closely, his face has a little more color than usual, and he's avoiding looking directly into the camera. His voice is low, too, a little secretive--and on closer inspection, it becomes clear that he is hiding out in a supply closet. A posh one, though; even the closets at the Uzushio are high end.]
This is stupid. [Grumbled. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling nervously; he looks back at the camera and actually makes visual contact this time, resigned. Unhappy. Embarrassed.
But still resigned. He really doesn't have much choice, here.]
I've never done this before. [And he wouldn't be doing it at all, but he has this strange, squirming feeling somewhere in his stomach that Warsman would absolutely love it--that's enough for him to push past his hang-ups.] I don't want to make it seem like I'm trying to be the woman or anything, but--should I make him chocolate anyway?
[Augh. The words coming out of his mouth make him want to pull out his own hair.] I don't even know if he likes chocolate.
When I lived in Konoha, Valentine's Day consisted of every girl I knew bombarding me with crappy homemade chocolate that tasted more like wax. Boys were supposed to reciprocate with something of equal or greater value a month later, on White Day. I never did, though--for one thing, I'd have been broke, and for another I never returned the interest.
[If you look closely, his face has a little more color than usual, and he's avoiding looking directly into the camera. His voice is low, too, a little secretive--and on closer inspection, it becomes clear that he is hiding out in a supply closet. A posh one, though; even the closets at the Uzushio are high end.]
This is stupid. [Grumbled. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling nervously; he looks back at the camera and actually makes visual contact this time, resigned. Unhappy. Embarrassed.
But still resigned. He really doesn't have much choice, here.]
I've never done this before. [And he wouldn't be doing it at all, but he has this strange, squirming feeling somewhere in his stomach that Warsman would absolutely love it--that's enough for him to push past his hang-ups.] I don't want to make it seem like I'm trying to be the woman or anything, but--should I make him chocolate anyway?
[Augh. The words coming out of his mouth make him want to pull out his own hair.] I don't even know if he likes chocolate.
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[A frown. He's not sure what she means; reenacting a scene, using a theme...?]
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A romance.
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[Come on; he's not that dumb.]
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...You could cook him dinner.
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[This is hopeless. He rubs at the bridge of his nose.]
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