[oh she is so proud of herself - there's just so much mischief coming from her. even with the squeal of surprise that comes with the whipped cream, some of it catching on her skin, she laughs and flicks some more chocolate in his direction, aiming for the face now.]
[ there is now chocolate splattered on his face. he's starting to look like saburo. too many dots! ]
Oh, that's it, c'mere -- [ he's stilL ARMED so he's just going to spray at her with the whipped cream can again, jostling into her space to do so in playful roughhousing. fine! be that way you're getting cold whipped cream on your shoulders! he's too nice to put it on her cute dress or in her hair.
[NOOOOO - she gasps, startled, and squeals] C-Cold! Cold!
[IT'S SO EARLY AND HER SHOULDERS ARE SO BARE can't believe that all her cute fashion choices are ended up her hubris. anyway it's time for violence because she's going to dip her fingers into the edge of the yogurt container before whirling around to smear it across ichiro's neck
[ he actually yelps when there is suddenly very cold yogurt on his neck - his voice doesn’t quite crack but his emotions give off the equivalent of a squeal of his own, nearly jumping out of his skin with a . ] Shit!
[ COLD there’s like nothing within reach to properly get second revenge with so he just blindly aims with the whipped cream can, reaches bag and grabs - are those blackberries? sure - and then just yeets them at her in retaliation! he is squirming away from this yogurt assault but really not going far either because. He has to win this food fight. (?) ]
[oh she laughs. there is a sadistic, deeply amused delight at his reaction as she loses it - and then proceeds to get hit in the face with blackberries. deserved probably, and she's still giggling as she reaches out to catch some cheerios in her hand and toss them at him
pocket cheerios!! she's trying to get them stuck in the yogurt. ichiro is now going to be a parfait.]
anyway he's cracking up laughing when she gets hit with the blackberries, because she makes a funny face - cute - and also because it tickles to be suddenly attacked by cheerios? he lifts his arm up to try and block it but fails. there are cheerios in his hair, and one definitely went down the front of his shirt, but he scoops up one of those fallen blackberries and ducks in an attempt to smoosh it against her cheek, using his bulk to take these cheerio hits and menace in closer to do so. i hope you don't have any cute makeup on. ] Take that!
[ the five minute timer has got to be about to go off but that's okay. ]
[it's not yet the weekend so she isn't using copious amounts of makeup to hide her dark circles - but she's losing it when he smooshes the blackberry against her cheek with a plaintive - ]
Hey!
[and then flailing her arm out to reach for the nearest piece of fruit - cherries, okay - and just going to try to slam them into his mouth even as she nearly tips over and just holds onto his arm for balance. the five minute timer goes off and she absolutely throws her head back in laughter]
[ god. he manages to catch iris, emotions flaring a delight of "haha, sucker, got you now!" when she yelps, but is laughing so hard he's almost doubled over, which creates the absolutely perfect opportunity to get cherries shoved in his mouth and squished up against his face, in a juicy, staining mess.
he looks like a squirrel for a second like that, comically so, and then bursts into a pfft that he can't hold back, stumbling a little bit as he tries not to choke on a mouthful of pITTED FRUIT thank you iris, shoulders shaking. even so, he lets her grab onto his arm and doesn't overbalance either of them, wiping his mouth with his wrist so he can deal with this cherry mess and beaming at her afterwards, even if it's with a - ]
[she's giggling still, amused and delighted even with the MESS that's been MADE IN THIS PERFECTLY FINE KITCHEN. her shoulders are shaking and she's nearly out of breath, just trying to get the words out in between her laughter]
We, ahaha, we didn't set any rules against interference... It's not cheating if the guidelines didn't exist...
[JUST THE WORST but she'll look amused anyway as she reaches for the whipped cream canister. she'll at least give him a direction this time, pointing at her own mouth and then saying - ]
ichiro ends up just grinning at her kind of stupidly around the cherries in her mouth, his emotions just as bright as if the sun had made it into this now very messy kitchen. he's still snickering too, and though it takes him a second to get the directions because he, too, is an idiot.
[it's fine! all she's going to do is press the nozzle of the whipped cream can so that he can get some whipped cream with his cherries. that she shoved into his mouth during a food fight.
she's considerate.]
There! That should balance out the flavors a little.
[anyway you lost the coinflip.
so in an alpha week compulsion that hits so fast that she can't think to stop herself, she tilts her head just enough that she lick a stripe of yogurt off his neck. (you voice) he's a whole snack.
whatever he was going to say dies in his throat immediately -- ichiro doesn't jump but his emotions pretty much go !!!! as his entire face turns an almost violent shade of red. he drops whatever he was still holding ( a blackberry, probably) and it hits the floor with a sad little plop noise.
he has no words here just sort of giving off - stunned, embarrassed, flustered, and yeah, definitely Into It (i hate that you made me consider this) and his jaw flaps open and then shuts, very quickly.
ichiro. swallows this whipped cream and cherry mess as if he's going to say something but all that comes out is: ]
the feelings were: alpha-typical attraction, self-satisfaction and possessiveness.
the feelings now are: surprise, mortification, alarm, and so much embarrassment it could probably tranq a herd of elephants. she brings her hands up to her face - oh she still has yogurt on her fingers - to try to cover her blush but it's going all the way up to her ears and dusting all over her neck and shoulders. she's so red.]
P-P-P-Pardon me, I don't know what—
[on thursday morning, iris finally learned it was alpha week.]
[ his brain's restarting please hold. his hand does come up kind of stupidly to the side of his neck? he mostly just looks embarrassed and flustered and also like he's trying to make sure iris doesn't feel bad?!
HHHHH ]
Uh. It's not your fault, it's - whatever's -- weird shit was going on this week, I, uh. It's okay, you don't have to apologize.
[ holy shit. uh. okay. Okay! ] I'm gonna - [ he makes a gesture over to the sink. the sink! and goes to scurry over and quickly escape so he can get some wet paper towels so they can clean up a little bit and also so he can try to stop thinking about that. he is going to think about it forever. cool! ]
[SHE DOES IN FACT FEEL BAD, I'M SO SORRY. there's so much going on with her tornado of emotions. embarrassment is the most overwhelming one, but there are those odd few notes of fear and emotional trauma peeking in. it's fine. she waves her hands to try to fan at her own face, whirling around so she's not facing him]
Um, right! We - made a mess.
[okay but her audacity in saying this when she a ) started the fight and then b ) tried to clean it by licking him.
there's another flare of embarrassment as she rushes to go find a broom. ESCAPE. ESCAPE!!!!]
[ they've got this. they've got this! everything is fine and absolutely no one is going through it right now. thank goodness for this incredibly interesting washcloth.
... and the worst of it is that even though he's also flustered, he picks up on those little notes of fear, and feels the squeeze of worry tight around his chest. while iris is turned around, she might hear a weird smacking noise - that would be the sound of ichiro smacking both of his hands against his cheeks. get it together. get it together!!! ]
...Does that mean I win by default, cause you started the fight? Pretty sure I did.
[nooooo she didn't mean to make him worry. it's like emotional pingpong for a second there, her fluster getting worse for a moment even as she gets a broom and - yeah, she honestly needs a towel before she drips whipped cream on her nice dress that he avoided.
it takes her a few seconds to find her verbal footing before she responds, still in the middle of wiping off her shoulders.]
... sounds like a bargain coming from an unconfident competitor.
They're both screwed up! [ the competitive nature is returning over the embarrassment, at least - a very familiar feeling, and one much easier to grasp on to than the fact that his heartbeat is still going way too fast and he's going to be thinking about this for the rest of the day.
he's still turned around for the moment, but does kind of turn over his shoulder to look at her, glad for the easy distraction. because... even if that. that was A Lot, just now, the rest of it beforehand had been a genuinely fun time, and one very sorely needed, so it's nice to lean into it. ]
Mine might've been a work of art before it melted. [ it really wasn't ]
[at least it's easy enough to tease. she uses the broom to clean up all the cheerios and fallen berries, and when she's done she picks up one end of the towel around her shoulders to obscure the bottom half of her face so she can at least pretend to be angry, aiming to hide a smile even as she looks over at him. impossible considering that the feelings coming off of her are again playful - sitting atop the embarrassment now.
(there's a note of gratitude, for his attempt at going back to normal.)]
Hmm, maybe it's better if you present now then, before you use time for any more of your excuses...
[ also very good natured and playful grumbling. ichiro's embarrassment manages to fade a bit with the normalcy, and when he glances over and sees iris hiding her smile, he can't help a boyish smile back, his emotions fluttering something warm and happy when he does.
but!! after that! he will go present his, uh. masterpiece. it is definitely melted and only half done, and he grimaces a little as he looks down at it. ]
Okay, uh. Mine's got oats, strawberries, raspberries, whipped cream, yogurt, and dark chocolate - because you really like chocolate. [ but he will nudge the mason jar over to her anyway. even if it is terribly ugly. oh well. ]
[she really chose violence on this day. she'll laugh a little bit at that, accepting the nudged over mason jar and even if it's only half-done, she still seems pleased!! very pleased. her feelings are simple and sincere, happy to be given anything at all - ]
I do like chocolate, thank you for remembering. It sounds delicious! And it looks unique.
[but she'll go to pick up the mason jar of her own, which still looks nice if a little melty, and it's only about 3/4ths full.]
Mine has yogurt, oats, raspberries, cut strawberries, kiwis, flicks of chocolate, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.
[she holds it up a little closer to his face, just to be cheeky, the reds and greens standing out, and so he can see that the strawberries were cut into little heart shapes.]
ichiro blinks when she brings it up near his face, for a moment just red and green stoplight eyes- and then laughs. it's warm and bright, the embarrassment mostly forgotten. at least he is not nearly dumb enough to think anything about the heart eyes even if she is entirely correct. ]
Hah. Kinda matches my whole face, now. [ because he's still got chocolate on his cheeks. he sounds amused, though, as he reaches to trade the jars. ]
...Think you kicked my ass, Iris. [ shocking NO ONE. he's good natured about it, though, teasing. ] You really know how to keep a guy humble...
[he's really still such a mess. she'll let them trade jars but honestly he still looks like he's just. Gone Through It. so she'll dampen the towel she has before going to wipe the chocolate off of his face]
What are you saying to me! There's dark chocolate on mine! Dark chocolate is worth twenty times the points that regular chocolate is - I've been ruined!
[she pulls back and sighs dramatically before going to bring the towel over to the sink]
There's no way I'm going to make up that point gap - I've been thoroughly trounced. The favor is yours.
[
she's clearly full of it but also yea. she started a war and she's very generous toward Ichiro to the point that her competitiveness dies. so.]
he can definitely tell iris is indulging him, but that's fine - he seems a little surprised by her wiping his face (should he be, though? this is why we're in this situation) but it doesn't last as he bends down to make it a little bit easier for her. if she's really gonna just spoil him like that... and it's not like he's ever had anyone be that affectionate towards him before? so.
this all makes him a little amused, though, and he huffs a little as she pulls away, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, which is no longer scarlet or covered in yogurt. ]
...Hah. Yeah? I'll have to think of something that uh. Matches the quality of my win, I guess.
[ snort. aka, bad.
he's smiling, though, too, as he goes to grab a couple of spoons and stick them in the jars, then picks up some of the mess on the counters. a team effort of cleaning. ]
Win or lose, [ or, randomly alpha week licking someone's neck, ] that was pretty fun.
[she honestly wonders for a second if ichiro is some kind of masochist consider how aggro she was in his direction this morning. but she will also finish up cleaning, picking up her hat from the counter and depositing it on her head. she'll remove both of their aprons then, tossing them somewhere to be picked up and washed later.]
All's fair in parfait and war.
[but... well, most of her embarrassment's died off. sort of. she'll be fretting over that for a bit. but she'll wander back over to him]
There's no mirror here - is there anything left on my face?
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Oh, I'm so clumsy today...! Pardon me!
[SHE'S SO FULL OF IT]
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Oh, that's it, c'mere -- [ he's stilL ARMED so he's just going to spray at her with the whipped cream can again, jostling into her space to do so in playful roughhousing. fine! be that way you're getting cold whipped cream on your shoulders! he's too nice to put it on her cute dress or in her hair.
(for now) (probably) ]
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[IT'S SO EARLY AND HER SHOULDERS ARE SO BARE can't believe that all her cute fashion choices are ended up her hubris. anyway it's time for violence because she's going to dip her fingers into the edge of the yogurt container before whirling around to smear it across ichiro's neck
DEAL WITH THAT COLD AND SEE HOW IT FEELS]
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[ COLD there’s like nothing within reach to properly get second revenge with so he just blindly aims with the whipped cream can, reaches bag and grabs - are those blackberries? sure - and then just yeets them at her in retaliation! he is squirming away from this yogurt assault but really not going far either because. He has to win this food fight. (?) ]
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pocket cheerios!! she's trying to get them stuck in the yogurt. ichiro is now going to be a parfait.]
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anyway he's cracking up laughing when she gets hit with the blackberries, because she makes a funny face - cute - and also because it tickles to be suddenly attacked by cheerios? he lifts his arm up to try and block it but fails. there are cheerios in his hair, and one definitely went down the front of his shirt, but he scoops up one of those fallen blackberries and ducks in an attempt to smoosh it against her cheek, using his bulk to take these cheerio hits and menace in closer to do so. i hope you don't have any cute makeup on. ] Take that!
[ the five minute timer has got to be about to go off but that's okay. ]
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Hey!
[and then flailing her arm out to reach for the nearest piece of fruit - cherries, okay - and just going to try to slam them into his mouth even as she nearly tips over and just holds onto his arm for balance. the five minute timer goes off and she absolutely throws her head back in laughter]
T-Time!
[MENACE]
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he looks like a squirrel for a second like that, comically so, and then bursts into a pfft that he can't hold back, stumbling a little bit as he tries not to choke on a mouthful of pITTED FRUIT thank you iris, shoulders shaking. even so, he lets her grab onto his arm and doesn't overbalance either of them, wiping his mouth with his wrist so he can deal with this cherry mess and beaming at her afterwards, even if it's with a - ]
Che... cheater. [ whoo. god. ]
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We, ahaha, we didn't set any rules against interference... It's not cheating if the guidelines didn't exist...
[JUST THE WORST but she'll look amused anyway as she reaches for the whipped cream canister. she'll at least give him a direction this time, pointing at her own mouth and then saying - ]
Open.
[cherries taste better with whipped cream,]
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ichiro ends up just grinning at her kind of stupidly around the cherries in her mouth, his emotions just as bright as if the sun had made it into this now very messy kitchen. he's still snickering too, and though it takes him a second to get the directions because he, too, is an idiot.
but this will probably end fine.
he opens his mouth? aaah ... ]
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she's considerate.]
There! That should balance out the flavors a little.
[anyway you lost the coinflip.
so in an alpha week compulsion that hits so fast that she can't think to stop herself, she tilts her head just enough that she lick a stripe of yogurt off his neck. (you voice) he's a whole snack.
(she'll have a meltdown in a second.)]
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well
whatever he was going to say dies in his throat immediately -- ichiro doesn't jump but his emotions pretty much go !!!! as his entire face turns an almost violent shade of red. he drops whatever he was still holding ( a blackberry, probably) and it hits the floor with a sad little plop noise.
he has no words here just sort of giving off - stunned, embarrassed, flustered, and yeah, definitely Into It (i hate that you made me consider this) and his jaw flaps open and then shuts, very quickly.
ichiro. swallows this whipped cream and cherry mess as if he's going to say something but all that comes out is: ]
Uh.
[ jesus ]
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oh!
the feelings were: alpha-typical attraction, self-satisfaction and possessiveness.
the feelings now are: surprise, mortification, alarm, and so much embarrassment it could probably tranq a herd of elephants. she brings her hands up to her face - oh she still has yogurt on her fingers - to try to cover her blush but it's going all the way up to her ears and dusting all over her neck and shoulders. she's so red.]
P-P-P-Pardon me, I don't know what—
[on thursday morning, iris finally learned it was alpha week.]
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[ his brain's restarting please hold. his hand does come up kind of stupidly to the side of his neck? he mostly just looks embarrassed and flustered and also like he's trying to make sure iris doesn't feel bad?!
HHHHH ]
Uh. It's not your fault, it's - whatever's -- weird shit was going on this week, I, uh. It's okay, you don't have to apologize.
[ holy shit. uh. okay. Okay! ] I'm gonna - [ he makes a gesture over to the sink. the sink! and goes to scurry over and quickly escape so he can get some wet paper towels so they can clean up a little bit and also so he can try to stop thinking about that. he is going to think about it forever. cool! ]
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Um, right! We - made a mess.
[okay but her audacity in saying this when she a ) started the fight and then b ) tried to clean it by licking him.
there's another flare of embarrassment as she rushes to go find a broom. ESCAPE. ESCAPE!!!!]
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... and the worst of it is that even though he's also flustered, he picks up on those little notes of fear, and feels the squeeze of worry tight around his chest. while iris is turned around, she might hear a weird smacking noise - that would be the sound of ichiro smacking both of his hands against his cheeks. get it together. get it together!!! ]
...Does that mean I win by default, cause you started the fight? Pretty sure I did.
[ that's a distraction enough!! ]
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it takes her a few seconds to find her verbal footing before she responds, still in the middle of wiping off her shoulders.]
... sounds like a bargain coming from an unconfident competitor.
[their parfaits are definitely almost melty...]
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They're both screwed up! [ the competitive nature is returning over the embarrassment, at least - a very familiar feeling, and one much easier to grasp on to than the fact that his heartbeat is still going way too fast and he's going to be thinking about this for the rest of the day.
he's still turned around for the moment, but does kind of turn over his shoulder to look at her, glad for the easy distraction. because... even if that. that was A Lot, just now, the rest of it beforehand had been a genuinely fun time, and one very sorely needed, so it's nice to lean into it. ]
Mine might've been a work of art before it melted. [ it really wasn't ]
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[at least it's easy enough to tease. she uses the broom to clean up all the cheerios and fallen berries, and when she's done she picks up one end of the towel around her shoulders to obscure the bottom half of her face so she can at least pretend to be angry, aiming to hide a smile even as she looks over at him. impossible considering that the feelings coming off of her are again playful - sitting atop the embarrassment now.
(there's a note of gratitude, for his attempt at going back to normal.)]
Hmm, maybe it's better if you present now then, before you use time for any more of your excuses...
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[ also very good natured and playful grumbling. ichiro's embarrassment manages to fade a bit with the normalcy, and when he glances over and sees iris hiding her smile, he can't help a boyish smile back, his emotions fluttering something warm and happy when he does.
but!! after that! he will go present his, uh. masterpiece. it is definitely melted and only half done, and he grimaces a little as he looks down at it. ]
Okay, uh. Mine's got oats, strawberries, raspberries, whipped cream, yogurt, and dark chocolate - because you really like chocolate. [ but he will nudge the mason jar over to her anyway. even if it is terribly ugly. oh well. ]
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I do like chocolate, thank you for remembering. It sounds delicious! And it looks unique.
[but she'll go to pick up the mason jar of her own, which still looks nice if a little melty, and it's only about 3/4ths full.]
Mine has yogurt, oats, raspberries, cut strawberries, kiwis, flicks of chocolate, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.
[she holds it up a little closer to his face, just to be cheeky, the reds and greens standing out, and so he can see that the strawberries were cut into little heart shapes.]
It goes with your eyes.
[she really has the audacity....]
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ichiro blinks when she brings it up near his face, for a moment just red and green stoplight eyes- and then laughs. it's warm and bright, the embarrassment mostly forgotten. at least he is not nearly dumb enough to think anything about the heart eyes even if she is entirely correct. ]
Hah. Kinda matches my whole face, now. [ because he's still got chocolate on his cheeks. he sounds amused, though, as he reaches to trade the jars. ]
...Think you kicked my ass, Iris. [ shocking NO ONE. he's good natured about it, though, teasing. ] You really know how to keep a guy humble...
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What are you saying to me! There's dark chocolate on mine! Dark chocolate is worth twenty times the points that regular chocolate is - I've been ruined!
[she pulls back and sighs dramatically before going to bring the towel over to the sink]
There's no way I'm going to make up that point gap - I've been thoroughly trounced. The favor is yours.
[
she's clearly full of it but also yea. she started a war and she's very generous toward Ichiro to the point that her competitiveness dies. so.]
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he can definitely tell iris is indulging him, but that's fine - he seems a little surprised by her wiping his face (should he be, though? this is why we're in this situation) but it doesn't last as he bends down to make it a little bit easier for her. if she's really gonna just spoil him like that... and it's not like he's ever had anyone be that affectionate towards him before? so.
this all makes him a little amused, though, and he huffs a little as she pulls away, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, which is no longer scarlet or covered in yogurt. ]
...Hah. Yeah? I'll have to think of something that uh. Matches the quality of my win, I guess.
[ snort. aka, bad.
he's smiling, though, too, as he goes to grab a couple of spoons and stick them in the jars, then picks up some of the mess on the counters. a team effort of cleaning. ]
Win or lose, [ or, randomly alpha week licking someone's neck, ] that was pretty fun.
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All's fair in parfait and war.
[but... well, most of her embarrassment's died off. sort of. she'll be fretting over that for a bit. but she'll wander back over to him]
There's no mirror here - is there anything left on my face?
[after he SMUSHED BLACKBERRIES into her cheek]
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