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Maya Hart ([personal profile] finewithhalf) wrote2016-07-02 05:42 pm
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If you're looking for me, I'm out. Drop me a message, and I'll get back to you when I feel like it.
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[personal profile] cuteshit 2017-02-14 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no prob! Just come by when you're done.

[He's almost impressed with how cool-headed he sounds-- to a person who had only ever communicated with him via text, probably. When Maya does show up, Kanji is sitting on a stool in front of the counter, having hung his apron up a few minutes earlier. Souji wouldn't need him for cleanup for awhile, and he'd actually had a chance to use the kitchen to make some of the more advanced stuff he'd been learning about in their recent cooking lessons.]

H-hey.

[He smiles shyly-- really, he'd never guess that Maya doesn't have it totally together, considering he's the one who's always blushing.]
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[personal profile] finewithhalf 2017-02-17 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ They are equal levels of awkward, but that's what makes them good for one another.

Maya casually slides into the seat beside him, plopping a nondescript box into the tabletop. The important thing is not letting him see her sweat. ]

So I guess it's a holiday or something. Figured I might as well get the giving out of the way first.

[ It's just some artisinal dark chocolate she spent hours painting with melted white chocolate BUT. YOU KNOW. WHATEVER. ]
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[personal profile] cuteshit 2017-02-19 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Y-yeah-- Valentine's Day.

[His face flushes as it so often does, and he doesn't do much to mask his surprise when she puts a box in front of him-- from what he'd heard, that wasn't as common where she was from.]

Here, I've got yours--

[He pulls a box out from where he'd had it stashed underneath the counter in wait. It's heart-shaped, naturally, and while the chocolates inside aren't hand-painted, he had used custom molds to make all different shapes. Plus, he has more for her than just candy, but that part can wait-- just for a moment.

Passing her the box, he reaches for the one she'd brought, carefully opening the lid. Again, he looks surprised, but his smile pulls a little wider, lopsided.]

These are hand-made.

[He can tell just by looking.]

You-- you did this for me?
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