[ It wouldn't be very long now; Cloud has to hurry and get his sandals off and neatly tucked away before he can set foot in her hallways. It'd been something of a tossup between returning to his familiar militant garb or going with the more culturally appropriate Nipponese clothing he'd accrued in his time here; especially on a day like today? The latter won out. So when one Miss Kamisato got to lay her eyes upon the man that brought tears to well in her eyes, it was like Cloud never came from another world beyond her sea of stars. At his waist, Tsubaki remains sheathed at his side, the golden camellia tsuba she'd gifted him completing the very blade he renamed in honor of the Kamisato Clan.
And though there would be no tears in the eyes of her beau, he still looks right back at her with hitched breath- as if his heart grew wings, rendered lighter in his chest when she approaches him. He steps up from the foyer in turn, feet gently padding across the polished wood flooring as he holds the last piece of her gift ensemble in his hands. It's her birthday, so she can open this anywhere she very well pleases. But...perhaps it wasn't the best idea to go doing this at the front of the house.
Cloud's going to spend time with the- ...no. His birthday girl. ]
I'll let you take my line this time. Just 'cause it's your birthday.
[ About being lucky. Though...honestly, in the same vein of the way they read each others' minds, acting or not, so too shall they continue to share in their feelings. They're both lucky. So lucky that if Ayaka requested it, he would have recited his letter to her in person. Albeit with flush red cheeks and a shy yet true smile. Kind of like the one gracing his lips now as he presents her with the small box. She'll find that it's got some weight to it for its size, harboring two pieces side by side that will go together. ]
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And though there would be no tears in the eyes of her beau, he still looks right back at her with hitched breath- as if his heart grew wings, rendered lighter in his chest when she approaches him. He steps up from the foyer in turn, feet gently padding across the polished wood flooring as he holds the last piece of her gift ensemble in his hands. It's her birthday, so she can open this anywhere she very well pleases. But...perhaps it wasn't the best idea to go doing this at the front of the house.
Cloud's going to spend time with the- ...no. His birthday girl. ]
I'll let you take my line this time. Just 'cause it's your birthday.
[ About being lucky. Though...honestly, in the same vein of the way they read each others' minds, acting or not, so too shall they continue to share in their feelings. They're both lucky. So lucky that if Ayaka requested it, he would have recited his letter to her in person. Albeit with flush red cheeks and a shy yet true smile. Kind of like the one gracing his lips now as he presents her with the small box. She'll find that it's got some weight to it for its size, harboring two pieces side by side that will go together. ]
Wanna go sit down?