βWhat can I say? You always bring out a little bit of whimsy in me. Things are just,
So much brighter with you.β
The corners of his lips turn up in the smallest of smiles, a rare sight Mitsuru was always able to get out of him.
". . . βΌοΈ"
She places a hand over the cheek he kissed.
"Heh..I see you haven't lost your whimsical charm."
Mitsuru Kirijo
βI know. Fishing isnβt really on your wheelhouse. All thoughβ¦β
He tilts his head to the left.
βHmmβ¦β
Then to the right.
βSomethingβsβ¦ missingβ¦β
He snaps his fingers as if he recognizes it. Reaching to the right side of her head, one would think heβs about to pull a rose from her ear. Instead +
"M-Makoto-kun.."
Now her cheeks matched her hair, but she was wearing the first honest smile she had in a long while, perhaps even years.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that. Not that I'm fishing for compliments though! It's just nice to hear a genuine compliment."
Mitsuru Kirijo
βI think youβre the most beautiful person Iβve ever seen. Yesβ¦β
He takes her hand, kissing it softly as he bows.
βYou pull it off like it was designed for you~β
A faint flush crept over her own cheeks, a small smile warming over her lips.
"You really think so? Well, if you approve then perhaps I do have the figure for it. I shall wear it with defined confidence."
Mitsuru Kirijo
β. . .β
Theres a soft rose hint to his cheeks.
βI love the confidence it emanates. It glows off you like beauty off a work of art.β
