[ One thing is for sure: this isn't Arakita being influenced by some weird thing in this place.
He's certainly not trying to be a prince charming, for one. All of this is very much like him - the slight awkwardness of it, the prickliness, him scowling and yelling at her like they didn't just awkwardly kiss only a minute ago. That's Arakita being himself, that's Arakita being very much genuine about all this.
About what he feels for her.
And it's weird, and she doesn't know how to deal with it since.. well, god, no one has even bothered to give her friendship back home, then how is she supposed to suddenly accept this level of affection that goes beyond even that? What does he even see in her?
But even as that all rushes through her head, she knows it doesn't matter. Because doesn't it make her glad to know - strangely relieved, too? Doesn't she like the way he reacts so easily to her provocations, the way he actually cares, the way he's so overly genuine in anything he does because he's just that much of an open book? ]
.. who's the idiot?
[ She still looks like she's blushing so hard you could fry an egg on her face, but her hand (hesitantly, but then more firmly) reaches out to grab the collar of his shirt, dragging him a little closer to her again. ]
Don't kiss people just to yell at them a moment later.. idiot.
[ But before he can give her a retort - or even yell at her again - she's pressing her lips to his instead. It's not as badly as he was doing it, it's an actual kiss rather than just shoving mouths together, but there's still something awkward and clumsy about it since it's not like Ange has that much more social experience than he does. ]
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He's certainly not trying to be a prince charming, for one. All of this is very much like him - the slight awkwardness of it, the prickliness, him scowling and yelling at her like they didn't just awkwardly kiss only a minute ago. That's Arakita being himself, that's Arakita being very much genuine about all this.
About what he feels for her.
And it's weird, and she doesn't know how to deal with it since.. well, god, no one has even bothered to give her friendship back home, then how is she supposed to suddenly accept this level of affection that goes beyond even that? What does he even see in her?
But even as that all rushes through her head, she knows it doesn't matter. Because doesn't it make her glad to know - strangely relieved, too? Doesn't she like the way he reacts so easily to her provocations, the way he actually cares, the way he's so overly genuine in anything he does because he's just that much of an open book? ]
.. who's the idiot?
[ She still looks like she's blushing so hard you could fry an egg on her face, but her hand (hesitantly, but then more firmly) reaches out to grab the collar of his shirt, dragging him a little closer to her again. ]
Don't kiss people just to yell at them a moment later.. idiot.
[ But before he can give her a retort - or even yell at her again - she's pressing her lips to his instead. It's not as badly as he was doing it, it's an actual kiss rather than just shoving mouths together, but there's still something awkward and clumsy about it since it's not like Ange has that much more social experience than he does. ]