You did happen to offer me your very valuable opinion, and I'm grateful. Just remember, these are likely to be extremely sweet, so don't eat them all in one session, or you'll get a stomachache.
... Ah, and make sure to brush your teeth thoroughly afterwards, too.
[This is so much!!! Otome, this is so much. He doesn't really think that he did anything worth receiving a gift for, and there's still a part of him looking for the ulterior motives behind this, but...
It would be rude to not accept it, right? (As if he's ever cared about being rude.) But...he wants it.
Finally, he reaches up to accept the box.]
... I see. [No he doesn't.] If that is the case, I will accept it. [Gratefully. Even if that's not escaping him yet.
[ Just the simple act of acceptance is enough to make Otome's smile brighten-- but she's not about to comment on it. It's a minor victory, but she'll take it. ]
That should be enough for me... did you want to keep looking?
[She looks incredibly happy, and it makes him feel really awkward; he looks away, box clutched in his fingers, and clears his throat.]
No. I didn't want anything to do with this place in the first place. [There isn't a lot of bite behind those words, though. They're more out of a need to keep up appearances than anything.]
I don't want anything. [...more than what he was just given.]
[You're so cheerful all the time, Otome... but he finds that he doesn't really mind it that much at the moment. The chocolate probably helps his mood, though.
As soon as they're outside of the shop, he pauses, glancing around.]
...Right. [Okay!!! They're done here? They're done here. He shifts a little awkwardly, before:] I'll be off then.
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Okay, no, he's got nothing to do with any of this, so he's going to just curiously inspect the other truffles while Otome does her thing.]
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And here you are! As thanks for your help.
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The silence extends for almost an uncomfortable period of time as he tries to just... process this.]
...What?
[Eloquence!!
But he really does want it. It was delicious, and... well, it's a gift, isn't it? (when has he last gotten a gift? Without ulterior motives?)]
What are you doing? [Why are you giving this to him?]
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... Ah, and make sure to brush your teeth thoroughly afterwards, too.
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It would be rude to not accept it, right? (As if he's ever cared about being rude.) But...he wants it.
Finally, he reaches up to accept the box.]
... I see. [No he doesn't.] If that is the case, I will accept it. [Gratefully. Even if that's not escaping him yet.
also you can't make him brush his teeth, mom.]
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That should be enough for me... did you want to keep looking?
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No. I didn't want anything to do with this place in the first place. [There isn't a lot of bite behind those words, though. They're more out of a need to keep up appearances than anything.]
I don't want anything. [...more than what he was just given.]
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[ Leon, you're not fooling anyone. ]
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[He might too, if he can work up the gumption to go into this place by himself.
... Maybe not. He doesn't want to run into her here again, it'd give him away (please, Leon. She figured you out 20 comments ago.)]
Let's go.
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All right, I'm coming. [ Out the store, yes. ] That was a nice little detour!
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As soon as they're outside of the shop, he pauses, glancing around.]
...Right. [Okay!!! They're done here? They're done here. He shifts a little awkwardly, before:] I'll be off then.
[b...bye!! Okay he's retreating now.]