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Post by Kyou Takeda on Oct 20, 2012 15:20:51 GMT -5
Kyou stood and brushed off a little of the sand that hand blown onto him from the wind before taking Seishy's hand with a smile. "Find somewhere a little warmer?" He suggested. He loved the beach, but it was hard to enjoy a place when the elements insisted upon attacking you...
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 20, 2012 15:28:59 GMT -5
"Have anywhere particular in mind?" Seishiro replied. He was looking forward to finding some shelter from the weather too. It was a shame, considering it looked so nice out, but the wind was rather merciless. And it probably wouldn't be fun if both Toras ended up with colds.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Oct 20, 2012 15:39:00 GMT -5
Kyou thought for a moment... Would it be too forward to suggest heading back to Seishy's place? Maybe... "Movie?" he offered up, leaving the option open for Seishy to interpret as he would... Though Kyou was well aware that that left a slightly more likely option of the actual theater... He just hoped the cold weather might lead the sparkly Tora to think of home instead.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 20, 2012 15:43:43 GMT -5
"We could go back to my place," the taller Tora suggested. As if to bring in extra incentive, he added, "I think I have hot chocolate lurking somewhere in my cabinet."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Oct 20, 2012 16:14:32 GMT -5
Kyou blinked, then smiled and nodded. "Sounds great... Does your skill with coffee extend to hot chocolate, or will I have to rescue it from you?" He still thought that the best cup of coffee he had ever had was the one seishy had made for him... maybe it was the infatuation though...
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 20, 2012 16:20:03 GMT -5
"My handicap only applies to food, not beverages," Seishiro assured him with a chuckle. Somehow his skill with making drinks never properly transferred to food. His mother was a world class chef, so he knew it wasn't hereditary... Maybe it was just because he avoided cooking whenever he could.
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