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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Nov 2, 2011 14:20:21 GMT -6
OOC: You can end it in the next post. "Surprised, aren't you?" I ask him proudly. "Everything behind this gate and these railings belongs to my family."
Now that Spiky White has already had a look at my estate, I'll keep my own end of the bargain. He already fulfilled his duty of escorting me home, so I will set him free now, at least for today.
"Well, now that I'm home, your work today is done. I won't ask anymore of you... until tomorrow, at least. You can do whatever you want now. So this is goodbye."
Then, right before saying these following sentences, I turn my head away from him by reflex, as if trying to hide my now cherry-blossom-colored face: "Well, you are welcome... at my house... anytime you want. Just... ask me if you're interested, I'll give you a tour or something..." Geez, Iryna, why are you embarassed all of a sudden? You're not asking him out on a d-d-date! You're just... granting permission to enter your house for him, that's all. He's my servant, so he has to be let in.
I turn toward the intercom button and push it, while letting him see only the back of my head. Somehow I can't bear looking at him in the eyes anymore. And, I don't know how the workers in my house and my parents will react when they learn of his existence. Is it still... too early for me to let a boy in my house so freely?
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 3, 2011 0:14:58 GMT -6
OC: Akira, you can end this if you want, or you can leave it as is. I just thought Iryna might want to react a little more, but if you don't want to, it's okay.She mostly mentioned the obvious, noted the male's reeling mind, as she presented her modern-day castle to him. Yes, he was definitely surprised. He blankly heard, not comprehending immediately, she dismissing him from his very-vaguely-termed service, saying goodbye, and her similarly-vagued-termed invitation to come around some time. It took a moment or two, around to the point when she turned around and pressed the... was that a doorbell or something? before he started getting his wits back to form a reaction.
It was... their journey was... together... at an end. He didn't even manage to use his chances enough to be a bit nice to her. He might not thoroughly understand her, and people can be rather guarded against things they do not understand... but she had been... not bad. At least, things didn't get to an incredulous point again.
"Um..." he started, belatedly realizing that she was hiding her face, somewhat, or maybe rich-people doorbells have more stuff to them than he had thought. "...thanks."
It may not have been how he wanted to spend his after-school time, but it had been interesting, and interesting was always good. He did not understand everything... but sometimes not understanding things makes them mysterious... and mysterious can be interesting. He guessed he'll be back... he'll keep his end of this unusual bargain... for now, and for a little of the immediate future.
"Thanks for the trip." he smiled at his... escortee, even if she seemed rather busy with the entrance of her house. He turned to leave. He hoped he could trace his steps back; the place was rather large. "We can do that tour sometime." he said, humoring her.
"I'll see you again." he promised.
He began his own walk home, his questions unanswered, but a smile upon his face.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Nov 3, 2011 13:51:06 GMT -6
"See you... soon". I replied, still fixated on the button and the gate. I've never known the steel gate can be so interesting. I can't take my eyes of it for about ten seconds or so, until it's fully opened.
I take some steps into the estate, and turn my head around a little to see the shrinking shape of Spiky White's figure, who's taking his leave, until the gate closes itself again. What a day. I slipped down the stairs, got cushioned by a boy who I have technically stalked for a year, then proceeded to make him my servant. And I think he will be a good one, since he's quite an enigma, I can't simply control him like other boys, and a smartass, too. He isn't afraid to talk back, despite his calm appearance. Still, at least I have acquainted with him, and I have many more chances to get closer to him.
I continue walking along the footpath leading to the mansion. "We can do that tour sometime." I never expected him to be that nonchalant about it. Is he aware that when he come to this house, there is a very likely chance that it will be just the two of us (aside from the workers, that is, but they are still considerate enough)? It will be technically a... date. Yes, it will definitely be a date, even though it's in my house. How should I... prepare myself when the time comes? What should I do now? I jump on the bed, hugging my favorite cat plushie, as if to dissipate the heat that has rised rather rapidly in my body when the d-word came up.
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