[ You know what, he heard the bit about boys all being the same, but he is not going to dignify it with a response. Not because he wants to date multiple people at once! He doesn't! But because it is cringe to want to talk about feelings, but he doesn't want to acknowledge that Weiss is right, because that (sigh) would be tantamount to admitting defeat.
Whatever! He doesn't care anyway! All that matters is that he's safely delivered the requested crepe into her hands, and Fuuta breathes a satisfied little huff to himself; with that one (1) good deed done, he doesn't need to feel bad about getting her help for this dumb arcade task! That's all well and done!
-- oh, nope, cue a startled grunt when Weiss suddenly holds the crepe out towards him, practically shoving it in his face. ]
... uh. [ Fuuta's gaze flickers from Weiss' face, to the picture-perfect crepe, and back up, as he gives an awkward blink. ] Weren't you the one all excited for it. Feels weird being the one to take the first bite.
[ But, well. Having dealt with his share of bossy girls, he knows better than to argue for too long. So Fuuta huffs a short sigh before leaning in -- to rip off a little corner off the crepe, swiping it over the mountain of whipped cream to scoop up a bit, then popping it in his mouth. Yes, he is conscious of potentially having an indirect kiss with her, no he isn't going to acknowledge it. Yes, he barely got any of the fillings that way, but no, he doesn't really care. Besides -- ]
'sides, I've had crepes before. [ He could have said this before stealing a bite of hers??? Fuuta licks the little track of whipped cream off the corner of his mouth before continuing. ] They're fine. Just not my thing. You can have the rest.
i'm so sorry, this is ... so late ... please feel free to disregard if the moment has passed 😭
Whatever! He doesn't care anyway! All that matters is that he's safely delivered the requested crepe into her hands, and Fuuta breathes a satisfied little huff to himself; with that one (1) good deed done, he doesn't need to feel bad about getting her help for this dumb arcade task! That's all well and done!
-- oh, nope, cue a startled grunt when Weiss suddenly holds the crepe out towards him, practically shoving it in his face. ]
... uh. [ Fuuta's gaze flickers from Weiss' face, to the picture-perfect crepe, and back up, as he gives an awkward blink. ] Weren't you the one all excited for it. Feels weird being the one to take the first bite.
[ But, well. Having dealt with his share of bossy girls, he knows better than to argue for too long. So Fuuta huffs a short sigh before leaning in -- to rip off a little corner off the crepe, swiping it over the mountain of whipped cream to scoop up a bit, then popping it in his mouth. Yes, he is conscious of potentially having an indirect kiss with her, no he isn't going to acknowledge it. Yes, he barely got any of the fillings that way, but no, he doesn't really care. Besides -- ]
'sides, I've had crepes before. [ He could have said this before stealing a bite of hers??? Fuuta licks the little track of whipped cream off the corner of his mouth before continuing. ] They're fine. Just not my thing. You can have the rest.