[She wasn't sure what she needed right then, and while a small part of her was...disappointed that Phoenix hadn't suggested the idea of walking her back...perhaps it was for the best. Considering.]
You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. I--oh! [She glanced down and remembered.] Your...jacket.
[She was still wearing it. To cover up the outfit they'd forced her into at the start of the carnival.]
I'll make sure to wash it properly before returning it to you. As soon as I can. [Perhaps even that evening; a mindless task such as laundry would do good to occupy her mind.]
H-hey, you don't have to go that far... That's very nice of you. [He smiles shyly.] You know, it might not be the right size, but it still looks kind of cute on you.
[Part of it wished it hadn't. A very large part of her.]
I...did enjoy that part. Very much.
[She turned to leave, but almost as an afterthought, turned back and--in a single, quick motion--lifted herself onto her toes so she could plant the lightest of kisses against his cheek.]
[With that, she did turn and headed off. Blushing the whole way at her actions.]
[He smiled fondly towards her, and what happened next caught him by surprise. Suddenly, the lightest and loveliest of pecks had settled on his cheek, which was still radiant from the rest of their encounter.
It's one way for Phoenix to feel young again; well not just young, but also young, flustered and suckerpunched by his own feelings courtesy of just the lightest kiss to the cheek.
He raised a hand meekly as he waved her off and tried to remember how to speak.]
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You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. I--oh! [She glanced down and remembered.] Your...jacket.
[She was still wearing it. To cover up the outfit they'd forced her into at the start of the carnival.]
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Oh! Right. [He scratches at his head.] Don't worry about it. You can hold onto it for now, Iris.
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...thank you.
I'll make sure to wash it properly before returning it to you. As soon as I can. [Perhaps even that evening; a mindless task such as laundry would do good to occupy her mind.]
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H-hey, you don't have to go that far... That's very nice of you. [He smiles shyly.] You know, it might not be the right size, but it still looks kind of cute on you.
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[...]
[. . .]
...you really think so?
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Of- of course I do, Iris!
...I guess you just have that kind of effect on clothes!
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[Slowly, she stood up, turning to him in her farewells.]
I'll...see you later this evening, then? For the meal I promised you. And your jacket.
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You're welcome. Yeah, I'll see you then. As long as you're still up to it!
[That ride really shook her up.]
...You know, despite that ride and everything, this... this was nice. Spending time together, that is. ...It's been a good time.
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I...did enjoy that part. Very much.
[She turned to leave, but almost as an afterthought, turned back and--in a single, quick motion--lifted herself onto her toes so she could plant the lightest of kisses against his cheek.]
[With that, she did turn and headed off. Blushing the whole way at her actions.]
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[He smiled fondly towards her, and what happened next caught him by surprise. Suddenly, the lightest and loveliest of pecks had settled on his cheek, which was still radiant from the rest of their encounter.
It's one way for Phoenix to feel young again; well not just young, but also young, flustered and suckerpunched by his own feelings courtesy of just the lightest kiss to the cheek.
He raised a hand meekly as he waved her off and tried to remember how to speak.]
G-good... Have a nice... take care!