[ 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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[ 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.