Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 2, 2012 23:06:31 GMT -6
The order is here. What a relief. I get caloric reinforcements.
"Thank you for the food." he said, echoing his companion, before inspecting what he had ordered. Surprisingly enough, parfaits didn't look as foreign as he had imagined; it looked more like a sundae than anything, except... more elaborate.
He prodded the top with the proffered utensil before he scooped a little. Normally he would have consumed the dessert ravenously, but Fuukami-san was messing with him in ways both conscious and unconscious, and so he opted to eat just the one spoonful before turning his attention back to their conversation.
The parfait was good, but his mind was incapable of dwelling on the taste. He somewhat envied the girl, as he found himself watching her savor the treat, the frozen delight grazing her lips; she did not seem to be completely aware of the discomfort she was causing (not that he was showing it) with the exception of her teasing about those... outfits.
"At skating... good at skating." he murmured uneasily, hoping he did not look like he was ogling. After all, what else would she be good at? Did one get good at catching eyes, or something? "What do you mean... that I am a boy after all?" he asked, a little too late, and a little rhetorically. He used his second attack on the creamy concoction as an excuse to avert his eyes from his pink-haired assailant.
He wondered if he would even be able to accomplish the goal he had in mind; the manga and the pointed statements had not been very effective (admittedly he was not good at implying things).
Then again... perhaps a part of him wanted Fuukami-san to enjoy this, just a bit more.
"You or Aizawa-san?" he continued. "That's an unfair question...it sounds bad if I say you're just about even, you'll probably get angry if I say Aizawa-san, and if I say it's you..." he trailed. What was it she would do? That was... his worry, right?