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?
[ you and i know the answer to that is probably. or at least just a little bit.
parfait and war makes him snort - something about that is extra funny, but he doesn't clarify why, and after he straightens, he ends up leaning back against the counter, lifting the spoon to take a bite of his parfait. it is, in fact, delicious, shocking no one.
at her request, a smile crinkles up the corner of his eyes, and he looks her over. there is definitely blackberry juice like all up on her cheek, so - ] Yeah. Lemme get it, hang on.
[ ...in a true dad (?) fashion, he licks his thumb and rubs at it, thumbing her cheekbone. romantic. ]
holy shit. once he's done she literally has to turn away to hide her face because she's cracking up. she's trying to muffle her laughter behind her hand, and it's not working. emotionshare will generally echo that she's terribly amused anyway? jesus. she just got babyzoned hard.]
Th-Thank you. I think the last time I saw something like that, Dida was wiping a child's face at the orphanage...
STOP HE TURNS SO RED and just like, drops his head, absolutely mortified. his hand's still at her cheek, though, but thats fine because he definitely cannot look her in the eye right now. ]
Oh - shit, god, force of habit. [ this is what happens when you're a teen parent. then again jiro and saburo, despite being teenagers who are Too Cool eat up that kind of attention from ichiro so it's unfortunate that it being a habit is just facts. ] Sorry, you are definitely not - my bad.
[ jesus.
she might notice the tiny little pang when she's giggling about the orphanage, underneath all of that embarrassment - something like longing. imagine that. imagine someone caring and kind enough to wipe your face at an orphanage.
he doesn't seem to notice it, though. too busy being mortified. ]
[ . . . goodness. there's a little twist of emotion at that longing - her own concern and care sliding in - but she'll settle for keeping the mood light for now. but Iris Will Remember That. instead she'll place her hand atop his where it's resting at her cheek, and lightly lean her head into the touch like a cat accepting pets]
I didn't mind it. People normally don't have permission to touch me so casually.
[sometimes you are an ojou-sama with a battle maid who will literally cut off someone's hand if they even so much as raise it toward you the wrong way.]
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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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parfait and war makes him snort - something about that is extra funny, but he doesn't clarify why, and after he straightens, he ends up leaning back against the counter, lifting the spoon to take a bite of his parfait. it is, in fact, delicious, shocking no one.
at her request, a smile crinkles up the corner of his eyes, and he looks her over. there is definitely blackberry juice like all up on her cheek, so - ] Yeah. Lemme get it, hang on.
[ ...in a true dad (?) fashion, he licks his thumb and rubs at it, thumbing her cheekbone. romantic. ]
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holy shit. once he's done she literally has to turn away to hide her face because she's cracking up. she's trying to muffle her laughter behind her hand, and it's not working. emotionshare will generally echo that she's terribly amused anyway? jesus. she just got babyzoned hard.]
Th-Thank you. I think the last time I saw something like that, Dida was wiping a child's face at the orphanage...
[not very date-y.]
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STOP HE TURNS SO RED and just like, drops his head, absolutely mortified. his hand's still at her cheek, though, but thats fine because he definitely cannot look her in the eye right now. ]
Oh - shit, god, force of habit. [ this is what happens when you're a teen parent. then again jiro and saburo, despite being teenagers who are Too Cool eat up that kind of attention from ichiro so it's unfortunate that it being a habit is just facts. ] Sorry, you are definitely not - my bad.
[ jesus.
she might notice the tiny little pang when she's giggling about the orphanage, underneath all of that embarrassment - something like longing. imagine that. imagine someone caring and kind enough to wipe your face at an orphanage.
he doesn't seem to notice it, though. too busy being mortified. ]
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I didn't mind it. People normally don't have permission to touch me so casually.
[sometimes you are an ojou-sama with a battle maid who will literally cut off someone's hand if they even so much as raise it toward you the wrong way.]