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[ He considers what she says and doesn't seem too bothered by the idea that it's embarrassing. Yeah, he's going to see what she'll let him get away with. He's going to try and see what she'll share. ]

Why is it -- [ Embarrassing, but as soon as he processes the information she shares, he seems to have at least a vague understanding. ] What does it do? Can I see it?

[ Yeah. ]

[Has there ever been a deeper or more resigned sigh in all the world? There has not.

But Rohan is Rohan, and she really can't say no to him any more than he can to her, so she wanders over and picks up one of the small jars she'd filled with the stuff, bringing it back over to him.]

Here. I don't want it, so you can do what you want with it. Just — don't open it in here, okay? If you're going to do something with it, do it at your house. With the doors locked.

[THE ATTEMPT TO PREVENT HIM WAS MADE.]

Why would I want to lock my doors?

[ Twenty questions time. He almost doesn't even notice her resigned sigh like she's getting ready to scold him for making a dumb choice. ]

Wait - are you affected by it, too?

[ God, he's super tempted. Yeah, he's going to start twisting the top of the jar to open it. ]

You really can't just take my word for it, can you — Rohan!

[She squeaks a little as he starts to unfasten the lid of the jar, cheeks flushing, and backs up a step or two like she's afraid it's going to explode into the air like a faulty can of Axe.]

Well, how do you think I figured out what it did, huh??

[ Twists - then stops. Have you ever seen a child totally defeated and behaving himself? Because he pretty much looks like that. Like he's just been scolded and if he misbehaves he'll be punished or something.

He's. Almost. Almost pouting. ]

Fine.

[ He'll just have to listen to what she said. ]

I won't open it. For now. It can't be that bad anyway.

Look, trust me. If you open that here and it gets on you, you might...

[She pauses, turning even redder as she looks quickly away.]

I don't mind if you keep it, or even use it. But I just don't want you to do something you'll regret, okay...?

Alright. You convinced me. I won't mess with it right now.

[ He is 100% going to later and regret it. But that will be on him and no one else. So that's fine, right? And it's not like he'll have any company over. ]

I trust you.

[ He does, honestly. He moves his hands into his bag, resealing the jar and shoving it inside. After that, he reveals a box of pocky. ]

Since that's today. And this seemed interesting and I wanted to try it.

[ And share it - goes unspoken. It looks like some sort of mixed berry flavor that they had here. ]

[YOU BRING YOUR OWN DOOM UPON YOURSELF, ROHAN KISHIBE. Enjoy your pheromones, I guess.]

Today...? Wait, that's right! It's the eleventh day of November, isn't it!

[Wow, what is the world coming to when Rohan remembers Pocky Day and she's the one who let it slip her mind? Still, she reaches eagerly for the box almost without thinking, snatching it from his fingers so that she can look it over in examination.]

...Hang on, this isn't going to end with you trashing my nail polish again, is it?

[ HE MIGHT ENJOY THEM... ]

It is eleven-eleven.

[ He's actually super proud of himself for thinking about this, Reimi. He remembered it. ]

You don't go for the same thing twice, Reimi. So, no, I'm not going to trash your nail polish today. I was wanting to try this pocky, too. It seems to be a local favorite.

Edited (AHHHHHH OOPS) 2019-11-14 02:36 (UTC)

...Really? You wanted to try it?

[Okay, well, it's not that strange. It's just the nice kind of strange. Rohan wanted to see her and to eat pocky together. That's...pretty great, actually.]

Well, then, sure! Berry flavor sounds like it might be pretty good, actually...I got pretty tired of chocolate after a while.

[Briskly, she pops open the package and pulls out one of the sticks, examining it before holding it up to his mouth for him.]

Here!

[ He brought it all the way here and made the effort to remember 11/11. Of course he wants to try it. There's even a little huff that follows her question, as if he's prepared to deny her any second. ]

I brought it up.

[ It was his idea! ]

Oh yeah, all you had was chocolate.

[ It hadn't occurred to him. He just wanted to try something new. When offered the pocky, he - so very awkwardly - accepts it. ]

Well? Is it good?

[She watches him quizzically, before taking one for herself and popping it into her mouth to chew on while she watches him.]

...Mm! Oh, I like this one a lot. Haha, you better watch out, or I might eat this whole box and the one out of your mouth, too!

[ Rohan takes a bite, chewing on it and nodding. He likes it, at least. It's new and interesting and different. He likes interesting and different. ]

I think I like it more than chocolate, to be honest.

[ He swallows the bite. ]

Right out of my mouth, Reimi? You wouldn't.

It's a figure of speech, Rohan.

[She rolls her eyes at him, fishing out another stick for herself before offering him the box.]

Besides, you don't like pocky fortune-telling, so you probably don't like the games people play with it either, right?

Is that so?

[ What? Who says he can't sass a little. Here he is. But, she's right. He doesn't care much for games people play with pocky. This was a fair medium for him. This was as close as they get. Him bringing it to her. ]

I don't really care for the games or fortune telling, either. But, I do like to try new foods.

[ Hm - he considers. ]

And you like both of those things. Or at least I assume you like the games.

Sure, why wouldn't I? They're fun and they don't really mean anything. Sometimes it's just a fun challenge, trying to be more daring and beat your friends. And sometimes it's just an excuse to kiss somebody.

[She bites off another stick, like she's doing it for emphasis, and points the bitten-off biscuit end at him in indication.]

It wasn't nearly so easy to kiss people on Earth as it is around here, you know.

I know. People are very forward here.

[ Yeah, it's not a secret that he's not the biggest fan of the type of attention he's getting while here. People here are way more affectionate than he would chose to be. Especially with people he doesn't know very well or trust. He makes no attempt to hide it, either. ]

Too forward sometimes, Reimi.

[ He takes another stick of pocky and before taking a bite -- ]

If anyone creeps on you, let me know.

[ And that would be the end of that. ]

You're not gonna be like that about everyone who kisses me, are you?

[She raises her eyebrows, watching him almost quizzically.]

It's not being forward if I want it.

What? Not about people who kiss you.

[ He looks momentarily flustered at the suggestion. Who do you think he is, Reimi! ]

I mean, literally creeping on you. Bothering you. Like those weirdos in the restaurant.

[ Are you really in a place to call other people weirdos. ]

There's a big difference between people you like kissing you and creeps.

Oh. I thought you were talking about — oh, that makes a lot more sense.

[OOPS. She, too, has the decency to look a little flustered, glancing away and letting her hair curtain over her face.]

No, nobody's done anything like that. And of course you'd be the first person I would tell if they ever did. Of course I would.

What do you -- ?

[ Skeptical look. ]

What do you mean?

[ He considers her being flustered for a moment, and he backs off only a little, deciding to instead address the comment. He's sure she wouldn't lie about something like that, if only because she knows he's serious. He would handle it. ]

Good. I don't mind retraining some guys who got a little too handsy for their own good.

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