since he pulls her closer, she needs to maneuver her plate of cake out of the way so it won't get squashed between them. though she nearly drops it to the floor hearing yato already calling himself her husband-to-be. he is but she wasn't expecting it out the gate?! ]
Th-that's not true. I'm not marrying my exercise. [ and NEITHER IS HIM BEING A HARSH ANYTHING.
okay. he WOULD give her all the workouts she'll ever need. that one is true. pouting yato gets some more cake fit between his pursed lips. say aaaahhhmm again, yato god. ]
You're not harsh either. You're kind. And gentle. And sweet. Like cake, hehe. [ one of the (many) reasons she loves him. ]
But, um... I guess if you want to prove me wrong...
[ hiyori's eyes dart away, to her plate, where she smooshes some frosting around idly. playing with her food because ]
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not now, though.
since he pulls her closer, she needs to maneuver her plate of cake out of the way so it won't get squashed between them. though she nearly drops it to the floor hearing yato already calling himself her husband-to-be. he is but she wasn't expecting it out the gate?! ]
Th-that's not true. I'm not marrying my exercise. [ and NEITHER IS HIM BEING A HARSH ANYTHING.
okay. he WOULD give her all the workouts she'll ever need. that one is true. pouting yato gets some more cake fit between his pursed lips. say aaaahhhmm again, yato god. ]
You're not harsh either. You're kind. And gentle. And sweet. Like cake, hehe. [ one of the (many) reasons she loves him. ]
But, um... I guess if you want to prove me wrong...
[ hiyori's eyes dart away, to her plate, where she smooshes some frosting around idly. playing with her food because ]