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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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.]