[Some people definitely feel great about this because this cast is awful!!! Childe is not one of them but mostly because he's annoyed at being shoved around like a pawn again... poor Tamaki.]
Yes, I agree. I have a feeling pieces of the puzzle are being kept from us.
[ Primrose is but a humble dancer, she doesn't know what you're talking about. ]
I would say they appear to be treating it as... mm. A contest, of sorts. A game. When I was investigating, our guide appeared to be the one leading us to all of the clues.
[Sure okay. Also that icon is so pretty SLAPS DESK]
I suppose that makes sense. [Given that they said they knew what had happened, if my lil pixi braincell is remembering correctly.] I'm just not sure if they're the ones who instigated, or if there's something giving them the orders from above.
Normally a group requires a leader. However, I'm not sure if said leader would already be among that group or not. [ There's just too much they don't know yet. ]
[All these years and it just took a dead Ouran and a lesbian to get us a ship.
But anyway, it's not really an unexpected offer, here, coming from her--in the sense that she's clearly intelligent, and highly dedicated to her goal. So if she'll permit it, he catches her hand, holding it lightly enough that she can pull away if she wants to.]
I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement. [Yes he would like that, actually, thanks Prim.]
[He probably can't actually feel the callouses that well through his gloves, but he sees them, and he brushes his thumb against them in--appreciation? Acknowledgment? Hard to say. Either way, he'll step closer, rather than tugging her towards him.
And he doesn't always ask permission, but this time--]
[ An unexpected gentleman, it seems. Primrose studies him, posture relaxed, for all that there's a light in her eyes that suggests she's still very much alert and aware for... something.
But all the same, her grip on his hand tightens, encouraging. ]
Well, whether he is or not, he's being one now--he waits patiently for her answer, looking very much like he'd be fine with it if she said no. He is one to push, at his core, but not like this. Besides, she's the one who asked--it doesn't seem likely that she'll turn him down.
With her permission granted, he bends down to press his lips to hers, firm and confident but not overly forceful. It's a slow kiss, like they have all the time in the world to--well, indulge. Or set the groundwork for it, anyway.]
[ They don't need to be hasty, at least-- and Primrose responds just as firmly, following at his pace until she gently nudges a little more, to deepen that kiss and commit his taste to memory. After all, she figures, this will hardly be the last time their paths cross like this.
This is just the sealing of the deal, as it were. ]
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[ Why was she framed? Who framed her? Who had actually killed Tamaki? ]
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Yes, I agree. I have a feeling pieces of the puzzle are being kept from us.
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[ Which. Rude. ]
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You're likely right. [He knew Prim was smart.] What do you make of our hosts?
[Now that they've gone through all this, after having some time to get to know them.]
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I would say they appear to be treating it as... mm. A contest, of sorts. A game. When I was investigating, our guide appeared to be the one leading us to all of the clues.
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I suppose that makes sense. [Given that they said they knew what had happened, if my lil pixi braincell is remembering correctly.] I'm just not sure if they're the ones who instigated, or if there's something giving them the orders from above.
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Normally a group requires a leader. However, I'm not sure if said leader would already be among that group or not. [ There's just too much they don't know yet. ]
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There's nothing much to do but play along, for now. [Annoying... but he glances at her hand.] How are you doing with that?
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... Are you offering or merely nosy?
[ Damn, Prim. ]
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He actually looks a little surprised, though not unpleasantly so. After a moment, he laughs, putting a hand on his hip.]
Well, I certainly don't want you out of the competition that quickly.
[So if she's willing, then it's not a no.]
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[ And she reaches out to tap his hand, eyebrows lifted. ]
Would you also like my help?
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But anyway, it's not really an unexpected offer, here, coming from her--in the sense that she's clearly intelligent, and highly dedicated to her goal. So if she'll permit it, he catches her hand, holding it lightly enough that she can pull away if she wants to.]
I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement. [Yes he would like that, actually, thanks Prim.]
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Hm. [ Primrose allows this-- studying his hand, then gently wrapping her fingers around his. Despite the slenderness, the tips are callused. ]
I believe you're right about that. Then let us keep going.
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And he doesn't always ask permission, but this time--]
Can I kiss you?
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But all the same, her grip on his hand tightens, encouraging. ]
You may.
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Well, whether he is or not, he's being one now--he waits patiently for her answer, looking very much like he'd be fine with it if she said no. He is one to push, at his core, but not like this. Besides, she's the one who asked--it doesn't seem likely that she'll turn him down.
With her permission granted, he bends down to press his lips to hers, firm and confident but not overly forceful. It's a slow kiss, like they have all the time in the world to--well, indulge. Or set the groundwork for it, anyway.]
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This is just the sealing of the deal, as it were. ]