[Ohh, she should hate how her heart falls straight into that tried and true cliche: it feels like it skips a beat in her chest, doing a little somersault upon hearing Ryuji's admission. But somehow, stumbling head-first into romantic triteness is the least of her concerns — it's not a concern at all.
Because... he's already thought about it that far ahead? Has thought about finding a university near her, when that time comes? She's never had anyone say such a thing to her, as far as romance goes, and maybe it's the newness and novelty that has her breath sticking in her throat, her cheeks flushing a little brighter, because of it.
Or maybe not. Maybe it's just because it's Ryuji.]
Oh. I... see.
[Help. Her brain, usually so good at finding its words, has utterly stalled out. She should say more. She should say, too, that she likes him, despite how improbable she thought the idea was upon participating in this show. That she's caught this stupid romance bug that she often thought herself immune to, by way of her personality, or by way of proving to herself that she's nothing like her parents.
She should. She really should. But instead, Wednesday just reaches up, laces her fingers behind his neck, stands on her toes a little, and goes in for a kiss.]
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Because... he's already thought about it that far ahead? Has thought about finding a university near her, when that time comes? She's never had anyone say such a thing to her, as far as romance goes, and maybe it's the newness and novelty that has her breath sticking in her throat, her cheeks flushing a little brighter, because of it.
Or maybe not. Maybe it's just because it's Ryuji.]
Oh. I... see.
[Help. Her brain, usually so good at finding its words, has utterly stalled out. She should say more. She should say, too, that she likes him, despite how improbable she thought the idea was upon participating in this show. That she's caught this stupid romance bug that she often thought herself immune to, by way of her personality, or by way of proving to herself that she's nothing like her parents.
She should. She really should. But instead, Wednesday just reaches up, laces her fingers behind his neck, stands on her toes a little, and goes in for a kiss.]