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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 15, 2013 23:47:55 GMT -5
Daemon laughed lightly. "It's not the nicest desert, but it's one of my favorite things." He pulled out another container and opened it up. In it was a fruit salad. He also pulled out a jar of nutella and grinned sheepishly. "Fruit and nutella, it's a great combo." he said cheerfully.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 16, 2013 0:00:41 GMT -5
Emma laughed as she saw what he'd pulled out. She nodded her head quickly. "Yeah, okay I'll agree with that." She'd probably only had the combination once before, but it WAS good. "Let's dig in already, I love fruit." Emma had always been a healthy eater, so her love for fruit wasn't really a surprise.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 16, 2013 0:27:24 GMT -5
"Me too, I think I could live off it sometimes." Daemon said as dug around in his bag for the plastic forks. He found one but the other had disappeared. "I swear I had two of these." He muttered as he went through the bag. With a sigh he sat the bag to the side, giving up. "I have one fork. Would you be against sharing? It's not very easy dipping things in nutella, especially fruit, you know because it's- never mind." He laughed awkwardly, still holding the fork or else he'd probably scratch the back of his head, it seemed to be his tell.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 16, 2013 0:43:02 GMT -5
Emma blinked as she watched Daemon go through the bag. Her smile gradually grew as he started to ramble, it was so WEIRD seeing him like this! He was usually so calm, today it seemed like he was freaking out over the littlest things, it was adorable.
"I don't mind sharing." she assured him, squeezing his hand a little as she tried keep from giggling. She really couldn't help it, it really was precious.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 16, 2013 0:53:56 GMT -5
Daemon's cheeks warmed slightly as he forked a piece of strawberry and dipped it in the nutella. He didn't want to let go of her hand or pass the fork, so he held it out for her. "Ladies first." He said, cheeks still warm. This was a first.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 16, 2013 1:09:34 GMT -5
Emma looked down at the fork and blushed more. This… was certainly different for her. She smiled a little before opening her mouth just enough to take the strawberry from the fork. After chewing a bit, she swallowed and giggled. "I'd forgotten how good that was." she told him.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 16, 2013 1:27:06 GMT -5
Daemon got a piece of cantaloupe and dipped it in the hazelnut chocolate mix then ate it. He hummed happily at the taste and nodded. "I tend to indulge in this a little too often." he admitted, smiling slightly. He forked another piece and dipped it then offered it to her. "So, do you like it all?" he asked timidly.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 16, 2013 1:34:47 GMT -5
"Mhmm," she hummed as she ate the next bite. After she swallowed she looked back up at him. "It's all wonderful, I love it." She wasn't sure if he meant the food or the date as a whole, but it didn't matter seeing as though her reply could go for both. She was having a great time with him. "Thanks, for all of it."
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 16, 2013 1:50:11 GMT -5
Daemon's smile grew. "I need to thank you, I'm just happy you said yes." He took another bite of the fruit mix and offered another bite to Emma. "This is better than all the scenarios I went through." he admitted as he fed her a bite. He'd had a lot of time to think about this moment, and this definitely beat them all.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 16, 2013 1:56:21 GMT -5
Emma's blush seemed to wanna stick around, 'cause it certainly hadn't left. She ate the next bite given to her, smiling to herself as she had an idea. After a few moments she leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling back quickly. Her cheeks only darkened as she covered her larger smile with her free hand. "Did that make it even better…?" she asked sheepishly.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 16, 2013 2:09:51 GMT -5
Daemon sat stunned. Absentmindedly, his hand, the one holding the fork, went to his cheek and touched the spot she'd kissed. He blinked a few times and got control of himself. "Yea." His voice cracked a little. "I mean, definitely." He replied, his smile spreading wider than ever.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 16, 2013 2:23:40 GMT -5
Emma watched his reaction, not hiding her amusement as she giggled a little. "You know, it's funny seeing you like this." How he was fumbling over stuff, it was completely different from how he usually was. "It's kinda cute…" she mumbled that part a little and trailed off, but she was sure he'd still be able to hear. They were sitting pretty close after all...
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 16, 2013 2:28:05 GMT -5
Daemon caught her last words and blushed. "I'm just more... me. Plus, you've thrown me off a bit. I've gone... a while hoping for this," he gestured around with the fork. "And now that it's here, I feel like it's a dream, a really great dream." He admitted, his cheeks still warm.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 16, 2013 2:34:33 GMT -5
That part was still really weird for Emma, honestly. Not in a bad way, she was actually really flattered, but just knowing that he'd waited for this(for her) was really something. It was hard for her to believe, that was an easier way of putting it.
"Well I'm glad I don't disappoint." she replied, smiling at how red his cheeks were. Her's were probably about the same actually, they sure felt like it.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 16, 2013 2:40:49 GMT -5
Daemon forked another piece of fruit and offered it to Emma. "Definitely not." he replied happily and amused. After she took the bite he took one for himself then sat the fork in the container. He hesitated for a moment then released her hand and stood up. He smiled back at Emma as he pulled his shoes off, nearly toppling into the water as he did so. He hopped to keep from falling and pulled off his shoes and then his socks. "Wanna join?" He asked looking back as he sat at the edge of the little pool, putting his legs in the water. It was the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold.
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