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[notsonewbie]

I might be. [That smirk hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, it may even be getting larger. Her head cants to the side in a display of near impishness, her eyes wide and dancing with delight. She takes a step back, hand coming to rest on her hip as it juts out. Every bit of her posture screams playful. Ridiculous, even.

That... does shift in the slightest, though, when he keeps speaking. She pauses, teeth pulling her lower lip upward. She gives a nod, speaking much softer now. Like it's a secret to be kept between them.]

You'll barely notice I'm gone.

[Their conversations about vulnerability are never far from her mind. And while this might not be the most intimate thing he could have said to her, she holds his request close to her chest all the same.

Not that she gives herself any time to dwell on it. She takes a step back, then another, before all but rushing away. Girl's about to hunt down the greenest looking thing she can find in record time]

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( so maybe he kind of likes that she feels like she can be like this with him; open and downright playful, something he doesn't have a whole lot of experience with but is becoming more familiar with the more time he spends with her.

impishness … is a good look on her, if he's completely honest with himself. but he doesn't need to get ahead of himself, so he's going to stow those thoughts away for the time being.

she turns on her heel and all but disappears and he's left to his own devices; he steps outside, the air crisp but very pleasant on his face, perhaps because his cheeks are beginning to feel very warm — and it doesn't take him very long to find a bench set out of the way, maybe partially obscured by a bush or potted plant, and if he's ( un? )lucky, there won't be any more devil sprigs attached to them.

he sits, and he waits, and he might just take another couple of sips from his glass as he does so, letting the flavor of the wine wash over his tongue and enjoying its bittersweetness perhaps a bit too much. but maybe that's the alcohol already in his system talking, we just don't know. )

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[To her credit, Meryl is very quick about hunting down her quarry. She knows she's seen some finger sandwiches going about, and so she deftly hunts down the tray for herself. She picks some that are heavy with crisp lettuce and fresh tomatoes, as well as a cheese and meat that pairs well without being overwhelming. It seems a pleasant enough happy medium.

From there, it's just a matter of finding Nai out on the balcony. She may or may not stumble on a few canoodling Dreamers, but she apologizes quickly enough and skitters away. The longer she goes without finding him, though, the more she gets a little nervous. Hopefully, Nai hadn't looked too closely at the bunch and thought she had similar intentions.

(Strange how the thought makes her stomach twist in a not so unpleasant way. She tries not to think about that too closely, though).

When she eventually does find him, the Plant hidden behind a plant, she sets the tray of sandwiches down in front of him. Then, she does indeed carefully inspect that bush for any stray sprigs. Thankfully, they're safe for now. Any kisses shared will be freely given.

Wait. What.

Anyway. She settles down beside him, an arm's length of distance between the two to ease any tension. That doesn't keep her from leaning forward, peering at his face as she adjusts to the dimmer lighting.]

How are you feeling?