[ Kise waits curiously for whatever it is on the paper that Otonashi wants to show him—
And then he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his stomach as he tries to control his mirth. When he finally straights up again there are actual tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. ]
You— You actually did it, wow. Murasakibaracchi looks great.
Of course I did it, I had to show you how wrong you were. [ Obviously that alone worked as his motivation, because Otonashi would never go out of his way to make someone happy at his own expense. ]
He would look great in a dress. And even if he wouldn't, I'm calling it a success.
[ To him, it clearly must be a win if Kise's sulking has abated in spite of Otonashi's nonexistent art skills. ]
[ And he's totally going to pin the picture to his wall to laugh at every morning. He pulls Otonashi down onto the bed and flops onto him, leaning against Otonashi's side, still laughing a little. Finally, he settles down and offers, a little wistfully: ]
Ah, I wish I had my phone, I could show you the pictures from our middle school festival where Murasakibaracchi actually dressed up...
[ His intent and words escape him, tumbling to the bed with the rest of him. His slight embarrassment in his own masterpiece prevents him from outright laughing quite so much, but a smile teases at his lips all the same. ]
Dressed up as what? This? [ He pushes the shoddy little drawing forward, displaying it on the bed. ]
I hope you weren't planning to leave it at that. Sounds like a story. [ And he rests a hand in that blonde hair, looking down expectantly. ]
[ Please, Kise's not one of those people who withholds the deets. He leans in, lowers his voice, like he's about to impart some life or death secret. ]
Okay, so our year put on a play, right? Of course I was the prince. [ Of course, what else would Kise Ryouta be? ] And Murasakibaracchi had to dress up as Marie Antoinette. It was supposed to be all "let them eat cake" except then he ate the cake himself.
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And then he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his stomach as he tries to control his mirth. When he finally straights up again there are actual tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. ]
You— You actually did it, wow. Murasakibaracchi looks great.
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He would look great in a dress. And even if he wouldn't, I'm calling it a success.
[ To him, it clearly must be a win if Kise's sulking has abated in spite of Otonashi's nonexistent art skills. ]
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[ And he's totally going to pin the picture to his wall to laugh at every morning. He pulls Otonashi down onto the bed and flops onto him, leaning against Otonashi's side, still laughing a little. Finally, he settles down and offers, a little wistfully: ]
Ah, I wish I had my phone, I could show you the pictures from our middle school festival where Murasakibaracchi actually dressed up...
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[ His intent and words escape him, tumbling to the bed with the rest of him. His slight embarrassment in his own masterpiece prevents him from outright laughing quite so much, but a smile teases at his lips all the same. ]
Dressed up as what? This? [ He pushes the shoddy little drawing forward, displaying it on the bed. ]
I hope you weren't planning to leave it at that. Sounds like a story. [ And he rests a hand in that blonde hair, looking down expectantly. ]
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Okay, so our year put on a play, right? Of course I was the prince. [ Of course, what else would Kise Ryouta be? ] And Murasakibaracchi had to dress up as Marie Antoinette. It was supposed to be all "let them eat cake" except then he ate the cake himself.