[ Despite the fact they were playfighting and flirting on that couch just moments prior, Weiss stepping into his personal bubble so suddenly before he gets the chance to even utter a "Whoa" has those eyes of his widening when she gets on the tips of her toes to prepare a kiss on the check. It happens so suddenly. She happened so suddenly that she never really gave him a chance to brace himself. Even when they first met. When he's the one that invited her out of that line at Birdbucks to get away from the bustling madness of the resort below.
In another time, the Grim Reaper would have bristled. Warned her to not get so close. Buzz off if she wasn't such an affectionate partner to him. In present day though, when she stops and blinks to deliberate her choice,
He's blushing. He is blushing by the time she tips back up on her toes and goes for that smooch. So much so that his breath clips and he has to force himself to remember how to do just that— breath again. What has this girl done to you, Ragna the Bloodedge? He doesn't grumble, only shaking his head when she turns around to look in the mirror and fuss with the final stages of her hair. All the while Ragna's hand ghosts over his cheek where she laid a wet one on him.
She's back at it. Like nothing happened at all. ]
What the I gonna do with you...?
[ "So, what should we have for lunch?" ]
How about pasta? We got a whole day of splurging to get through.
[ Which meant that energy was important! Italian? Maybe even Japanese if they want noodles...or really, anything she wants on the menu there. Normally this would be the part where Ragna insists she chose because he's spending all of this on her, but after that little dressing room treat via the Queen of Spades, he doesn't mind handling the reins for a while. When they're finished buying her dresses and petticoats, that is. Were the shoes here too?
Or were they going to need to shop elsewhere for him to get his socks knocked off by how stupidly priced they were? ]
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In another time, the Grim Reaper would have bristled. Warned her to not get so close. Buzz off if she wasn't such an affectionate partner to him. In present day though, when she stops and blinks to deliberate her choice,
He's blushing. He is blushing by the time she tips back up on her toes and goes for that smooch. So much so that his breath clips and he has to force himself to remember how to do just that— breath again. What has this girl done to you, Ragna the Bloodedge? He doesn't grumble, only shaking his head when she turns around to look in the mirror and fuss with the final stages of her hair. All the while Ragna's hand ghosts over his cheek where she laid a wet one on him.
She's back at it. Like nothing happened at all. ]
What the I gonna do with you...?
[ "So, what should we have for lunch?" ]
How about pasta? We got a whole day of splurging to get through.
[ Which meant that energy was important! Italian? Maybe even Japanese if they want noodles...or really, anything she wants on the menu there. Normally this would be the part where Ragna insists she chose because he's spending all of this on her, but after that little dressing room treat via the Queen of Spades, he doesn't mind handling the reins for a while. When they're finished buying her dresses and petticoats, that is. Were the shoes here too?
Or were they going to need to shop elsewhere for him to get his socks knocked off by how stupidly priced they were? ]