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Me? Nervous?
Do I seem nervous?

Yes.

[Wow.]

Last month was a little hectic. I didn't have time to do what I had planned.

[This is technically true. The happenings around the resort last month was...it was a lot. Clorinde isn't wrong though. She probably knows that it's just more than that. He knows she knows.]

I'm not used to doing things like this.

I know.

[ they're both similar in that way. and clorinde won't call him out on that excuse, either. but she knows him, for better or worse. ]

But you didn't tell me that you had something planned along with it.

You remember that month where you were coughing up flowers?
Well, it happened to me too. I was out on a picnic date with him.

I was hoping to have a far more enjoyable picnic date with him to make up for it. Or at least one where we can fully enjoy the moment.
I haven't had a good time to make it happen.

I see.
It's sweet of you to want to make a better memory of it.

Is that when you'll have him try?

It wasn't a bad memory at the end.
Well, the date went disastrously after seeing as I started coughing out flowers.

[And then, you know, flowers started blooming out of all his scars. But hey, they had sweet, tender sex.
These two really were fools for now dating right then and there honestly. The flowers were screaming Wriothesley's feelings he wasn't admitting verbally.]

Yeah.
I wanted to make a show of it a bit.

[Trying to impress and court the guy he was already dating. He's down bad, Clorinde.]

[ he's so cooked. but it's cute. ]

Have you considered that he'll likely be impressed without the show?
That he's already impressed by the fact that you made the attempt at all?

[ so there's no need to be nervous ok.... please. ]

I already know that.
I could give him store bought or just take him out on a date and he'd be chuffed to hell and back.

I know.
I just
Damn it. I don't know. Before we got together, before here, I was content sitting in my office underwater by myself.
Sure, I had people I saw on the regular, and I still made my rounds. That's different to This. Now there's a guy who I can't get enough of.

And what, you think he can get enough of you?
Is this not Kizuna we're talking about.

[ the most sentimental person she'll likely ever meet in her life. ]

But I understand.
I just think you don't need to worry so much. Easier said than done, of course, but you'll be fine.
I'm glad you found someone like him.

That's not what I meant.
Are you laughing at me right now? I mean, you can. I deserve it.
I don't know if it's worry so much...

Well, it's my belief that the worst thing I could do is get complacent.

Since when did you become a gossip for one's relationship status?
Kidding, kidding.
But you should at least update me on your own since I've told you my piece.

I don't think I've ever seen you like this before.
It's cute.

I don't think either of us would have ever expected being given the opportunity to be with someone else.
You were fine with that. You accepted that. So did I.
And now, here we are.
I think I'd be more concerned if you weren't acting this way.

Not too much has happened since the last time.
Though we did hold hands.

You'd be correct.
I've never once acted like a lovesick fool up until now.
I will continue to be like this in the foreseeable future. Don't tease me too much or I might cry.

[He won't.]

Well, being workaholics is a good way to keep yourself off the market.
Though, I think I'm not that much of a workaholic. Someone in Fontaine needed to have a decent work-to-life balance and it certainly wasn't going to be Neuvillette or you.
But it wasn't just that. At least for me.
By now, you know I killed my parents. Well, my foster parents. I was abandoned by my birth parents before I could remember anything.
Frankly, I never pursued anything because, to be blunt, I don't think it was in my cards in the first place.
It didn't seem something like that was something I'd find in this lifetime and I had been fine accepting it. I had friends and people whom, I have built a life with to some extent.

Somehow a ridiculous man who smiles brighter than the sun has captivated me.
I digress.

You know that handholding is practically marriage, right?

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