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INBOX text / audio / video / action H-hello, um... Th-this is Tsumiki Mikan. I'm so sorry I didn't pick up, I'll make it up to you somehow! So, um, please... Please leave a message! I'll get back to you, I promise! art credit code credit

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[Laying his head on the table, he makes a sound not unlike a deflating balloon, ending it with a sigh. And once that's out of his system, he sits back up, smile back in place as always.]

Eh, maybe you're right. I'm probably just overthinking it. Though I won't budge on the pathetic thing. If I judge those love struck teenage girls in romance novels for their gross crushes, it's only fair to judge myself! Not that I read romance, of course, so that's all a lie~

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I-I don't read them either, s-so... [So she has no room to judge him really either if he does or not?? ???

But she looks at him for a long moment saying nothing, just studying his face.] Um... I know you p-probably don't want to keep talking about it right now, but, um... But if you ever want to keep talking, or talk again or something, I-I'll listen.

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[His expression softens a little, clearly appreciating the offer but without any verbal thank you to go with it. Mikan, you're too kind.

Especially to this gremlin.]

I could keep talking about him! I mean, I haven't even touched on how simultaneously handsome and gorgeous and cute he is, or how great it is that I fit perfectly in his arms, or how hauntingly beautiful those golden grey eyes of his are. I could also talk about my fantasies of him too! A perfect guy like that has to have a perfect dick, riiiiight? I totally think about that all the time! I may have been joking around about the "eating dicks" thing, but I'd definitely suck his every day if I could! Or, you know, do just about anything else with it.

[Not all the time. Actually, while he does have sexual fantasies, he fantasizes so much more about just being his boyfriend...very tame things like snuggles and hand holding and kisses. It's pathetic.

But he's clearly trying to tease her here, even if all of those things are true. His too wide grin says as much.]

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[Mikan could possibly say something in response to all of this. She could agree that Shuichi has very nice eyes (and eyelashes!), or that yeah, he's kind of cute.

And then he starts talking about Shuichi's dick and she makes a strangled noise and starts choking on...dick... I can't believe I'm being made to write that with my own two hands.]

I-I wouldn't kn-know anything about any of that! [She finally manages to get out, her voice high-pitched in her humiliation. She fumbles with her waffle, squeezes too hard and the cream filling sort of.

Squirts out. From both ends. It may or may not go far enough to reach Kokichi, but it definitely splatters a little over Mikan's own face, which is in no way helpful to her embarrassment here. RIP.]

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[...sorry Mikan. He tried for half a second not to laugh, but then she went and squeezed it and the filling got everywhere and he can't help it now. But he manages to calm down after only a little bit, not wanting to miss an opportunity like this.

Standing up, he leans over the table and reaches out his hand, just gently taking her by the chin. Are the bedroom eyes necessary here? They absolutely are. As is dropping his voice to a lower tone...]

Ah, Tsumiki-chan...you've made a bit of a mess~ Let me help.

[And with that he leans down and proceeds to lap up the cream that got on her face. Though, uh...not at all as sensually as he was making it seem like he might.

Definitely in a more obnoxious manner, like a dog or maybe a cat. Gross.]

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[Mikan freezes, eyes wide as she stares back at Kokichi. Those sure are some bedroom eyes. Some woman in the corner is going 'Really? Right in front of my salad dick waffle?'

Mikan's about to echo a similar sentiment reminding him that they're in public, he really shouldn't be looking at her like that, etc. and then he's...licking her face. Like that.] Eugh! [A disgusted outcry that's sort of mingled with a helpless laughter as she presses her hands against his chest in an effort to get him off without outright shoving him]

Wh-what happened to napkins...!?