continuation.

[reuser]

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► march intro: one and two.

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[masakados]

[Even Naoki, far too used to death threats, looks a little surprised, his eyebrows shooting up in astonishment.]

...You sure you don't wanna break it or something?

[He says in an undertone as he joins her, alarmingly serious. Get it before it gets you? No? Just him?

He's probably not actually that serious.]

[reuser]

[ At least the bench does not seem sentient. Small mercies, Pyrrha thinks, sitting down. The plate of cake is set in between her and Naoki. Politely, she waits for him to have the first bite. ]

I think I've caused enough property damage for one day.

[masakados]

In this case, I think you'd have a right for it. But, lucky robot, it gets to live another day.

[Naoki sits too, stretching out his legs in front of him-- it takes him a moment to notice that she's waiting for him while he'd been prepared to wait for her. So, he'll take a piece.

It's good... Not exactly the same, but enough to stir up that nostalgia.

Also what a strange feeling, this is, sitting on a bench and eating cake with someone.]

[reuser]

[ Pyrrha only takes her first bite after Naoki's had his. Immediately, her expression registers clear appreciation. ]

It's quite good.

[masakados]

Right?

[He looks more pleased once he glances over at her face.] It's the thing to have, at this time of year.

[--well, he thinks so!]

[reuser]

[ She wipes her mouth with the heel of her hand, scraping off lingering trace of icing and cake crumbs that might otherwise have been caught there. ]

It's certainly a pleasant alternative to angry robots.

[masakados]

You'd think they'd program them not to have such anger management issues.

[He says, grinning... Now that thoughts of breaking them to sparkly little metal splinters are gone, apparently he's settled on being vaguely amused about it. As he does with most things.

--at least it's probably more genuine amusement and not a coping mechanism here.]