Not about dancing, as her new friend Cassandra had shown her that it was really as simple as moving yourself in time to another person. Nor about her date, as Valentine was as charming as ever
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Valentine, dressed out in his stolen borrowed suit jacket and trousers, took a deep breath before he knocked on Naminé's door.
It wasn't that he was nervous, really. Aside from the fact that he had no ability to dance whatsoever, the fact that his clothing today was acquired by slightly questionable means, and the fact that he was dating who he figured to be the most attractive girl in the school/town/world, he really didn't have anything to be nervous about. Really.
Valentine took a very, very deep breath as the door opened and held out a handful of hastily picked wildflowers he had grabbed before making his way up to her room.
Too late to catch the flu now, Valent-- Oh.
Oh hello.
He grinned. He grinned a very large grin. It was entirely possible that a little piece of his mind had shorted out on him, maybe some crayon in his brain melted and he was stuck that way.
"Hello, Naminé. What a lovely face you have on tonight."
This was why he loved her. Well. One reason. Of many.
Valentine smiled and wrapped his arms around her, stealing another kiss for good measure.
"Thank you," he said, though he was going to leave it nice and ambiguous as to whether the thanks were over the compliment, or her face. Because she was good and amazing, and really, it was for both.
There was time to steal another kiss before they left. Wasn't there?
"Any time," she said softly. Also leaving it ambiguous. Because she was more than happy to tell him he was handsome any time he would like to hear it - and he looked ever so dashing - and because she had wanted to have a face he'd know as one, for tonight. It was hard to explain, but she thought he might understand.
And if anyone else thought that was strange of her, well. She'd been considered strange before, for worse reasons. She was quite all right with that.
He reached past her and set the wildflowers on whatever was within arm's reach of the door-- if they fell on the floor, it wasn't really an issue at this point, was it? He had a lovely date, they had a dance to go to, the world was a beautiful place, the flowers probably had bugs on them anyway.
It was the thought that counted.
"Let's," he said, offering her his arm and smiling warmly.
"One moment." Naminé stopped to scoop up the wildflowers from where they had landed on her dresser. A safety pin, a ribbon, and now she had a corsage. She pinned it to her dress and nodded.
"Now, let's," she smiled, taking his arm and shutting the door behind them.
It wasn't that he was nervous, really. Aside from the fact that he had no ability to dance whatsoever, the fact that his clothing today was acquired by slightly questionable means, and the fact that he was dating who he figured to be the most attractive girl in the school/town/world, he really didn't have anything to be nervous about. Really.
wtf LJ, srsly
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Too late to catch the flu now, Valent-- Oh.
Oh hello.
He grinned. He grinned a very large grin. It was entirely possible that a little piece of his mind had shorted out on him, maybe some crayon in his brain melted and he was stuck that way.
"Hello, Naminé. What a lovely face you have on tonight."
This was why he loved her. Well. One reason. Of many.
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She stepped forward for a very light kiss. "You look rather handsome."
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"Thank you," he said, though he was going to leave it nice and ambiguous as to whether the thanks were over the compliment, or her face. Because she was good and amazing, and really, it was for both.
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"Any time," she said softly. Also leaving it ambiguous. Because she was more than happy to tell him he was handsome any time he would like to hear it - and he looked ever so dashing - and because she had wanted to have a face he'd know as one, for tonight. It was hard to explain, but she thought he might understand.
And if anyone else thought that was strange of her, well. She'd been considered strange before, for worse reasons. She was quite all right with that.
"Shall we?"
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It was the thought that counted.
"Let's," he said, offering her his arm and smiling warmly.
This was going to be a good evening.
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"Now, let's," she smiled, taking his arm and shutting the door behind them.
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