[ Hello??? Fuuta's expression promptly scrunches up in indignity at that. ]
I don't 'hate fun.' [ No, he doesn't make the gesture, but the air quotes are practically audible in his voice. And then, after a split second, realizing that that makes it sound like the other of Weiss' two statements is then true, he snippily adds, ] And you're not the first girl I've known to make a big deal about crepes, alright. Some stereotypes are just true.
[ In all fairness, he actually has noticed other girls really liking crepes! Counterpoint: he is talking about his older sister, and his female classmates, who he'd barely interacted with in the first place.
And while he does nod and start fidgeting with his watch to transfer the coupon over to her, Fuuta raises an eyebrow when Weiss instead dictates her order to him. ]
... what, you want me to order it for you? Seriously? [ Is this, like, some power play thing. Ugh, whatever. She's technically doing him a big favor by agreeing to farm points at the arcade with him, so. ] -- fine. But I'm just saying exactly that at the counter, so no complaining if they get your order wrong or something.
[ And off he goes! He does, indeed, order exactly what she'd said -- one crepe with blueberries, strawberry jam, and whipped cream -- then loiters at the counter while the beaming staff member tidily assembles the order. It doesn't take long at all, and within a few minutes, Fuuta comes trotting her way to silently hold out her crepe. That sure is a huge mountain of whipped cream loaded on top! ]
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I don't 'hate fun.' [ No, he doesn't make the gesture, but the air quotes are practically audible in his voice. And then, after a split second, realizing that that makes it sound like the other of Weiss' two statements is then true, he snippily adds, ] And you're not the first girl I've known to make a big deal about crepes, alright. Some stereotypes are just true.
[ In all fairness, he actually has noticed other girls really liking crepes! Counterpoint: he is talking about his older sister, and his female classmates, who he'd barely interacted with in the first place.
And while he does nod and start fidgeting with his watch to transfer the coupon over to her, Fuuta raises an eyebrow when Weiss instead dictates her order to him. ]
... what, you want me to order it for you? Seriously? [ Is this, like, some power play thing. Ugh, whatever. She's technically doing him a big favor by agreeing to farm points at the arcade with him, so. ] -- fine. But I'm just saying exactly that at the counter, so no complaining if they get your order wrong or something.
[ And off he goes! He does, indeed, order exactly what she'd said -- one crepe with blueberries, strawberry jam, and whipped cream -- then loiters at the counter while the beaming staff member tidily assembles the order. It doesn't take long at all, and within a few minutes, Fuuta comes trotting her way to silently hold out her crepe. That sure is a huge mountain of whipped cream loaded on top! ]