☽Phase Sixty-Six ☾ [Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

I have this funny feeling in my gut that something weird is going on.  I mean, has anyone seen the fountain area?  Don't get me wrong, it's so pretty!  It's the perfect place for a date, but I just...

I just can't shake the feeling that something weird is going on, and if the fountain area isn't proof enough, I don't know what is.  Wah!  It's so

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[Voice]

[fortunefail]

Just what happened to the fountain?

[He hasn't passed that place yet today. He has heard birds singing awfully sweet 'melodies', though.]

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

It's magically poofed! [Hold on, she's fumbling with her journal so it catches a tiny image of the magical poofed fountain area! Look at it! LOOK AT IT!] Isn't it cute?

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

[He's looking, he's looking! And... being horrified at it. Whoever designed that monstrosity has a worse taste than Zoisite. Still, Usagi's excited, so he can't bring himself to insult that thing.]

... It... It has its charm.

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

[She bounces, letting out a high-pitched squeak. There's obviously something cooler than the goo-goo eyed birds, willow trees, and fancy cobblestones.]

The fountain is fountaining grape juice!

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

[Grape juice in a fountain? That doesn't sound very hygenic. Still, he won't voice his horror. The thought of breaking Usagi's spirit is just too... depressing.]

... Ah. Interesting quality for a fountain.

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

You should come see it. [Because, oddly enough, the person she wants to see the most now is Yuan. She wants him here, with her, and drinking delicious fountain juice.]

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

[Ohoh, was that an invitation? Whatever it was, it brought a smile to Yuan's face.] I wouldn't dare miss out on this.

[Deep down, there's this strange, gut-wrenching guilt. As if he's cheating on Martel by suddenly agreeing to meet with Usagi. But that's ridiculous; he feels the same way about Usagi as he always has, right? And it feels good.]

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

Great! This is wonderful! [Oh. Hold on. It's just Yuan, no reason to get so excited. ...But maybe she should check her buns, and hair, and see if anything is out of place. No particular reason, a girl doesn't need a reason to make sure she looks good.

Right? Haha, of course!] I, uh, I guess I'll see you here, then!

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

Yes. I'll be there shortly.

[And with that, he shuts his journal in a hurry. He's just about ready to run to that fountain. Not that he will. That's just ridiculous. No, a swift stride will do just fine. The sooner he gets to Usagi, the better.

As he's walking, though, he realizes he can't show up there empty-handed. And he's already nearing the plaza. In a quick act of desperation, he stops to pick a few flowers (since when are those growing in the village?) before approaching the fountain.]

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

[The moment Usagi spots Yuan, her smile brightens, and she leaves her spot at the fountain to approach him, a goblet clasped tightly in one hand.]

Yuan! [Why did she feel so happy? It almost felt as if her heart were going to burst.]

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

[A goblet? Dammit Usagi, have you been drinking that unsanitary junk? What if you get sick? ... Well, at least it's just juice. He smiles in return, though he can't help but feel somewhat flustered. The fact that his hands are clenching those flowers awfully tightly is proof of that. Did he always get this anxious when facing Usagi?]

Hey.

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

[If the flowers were made out of muffins, she'd eat them right off the ground. The whole unsanitary thing bothers her not.]

I'm glad you made it! [Her cheeks hurt from smiling so brightly, and she makes note of the flowers, and after a moment of gnawing nervously on her lower lips, she finally says;] Are... Are those for me?

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

[She's glad he made it. Those words somehow manage to lift a weight off his heart. Unbelievable he's known her for over two years now. She still looks just as nice as the day they met.

When she mentions the flowers, he snaps out of his thoughts and glances down at them, a blush creeping onto his face. Unable to meet her gaze, he'll just stubbornly glance to the side and hold them out for her.]

Y-yeah.

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

[She giggles when he looks away, surprised at how cute he was (and idly wondering why she never noticed earlier) before taking the flowers with her empty hand.]

Thank you! [She takes a step closer to him, her grip on the flowers light, and a blush on her cheeks. She gives him a slight nudge with her goblet hand (it's really a good thing it's nearly empty), almost as if trying to ask him to look at her.]

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

... I'm glad you like them.

[Oh she's touching him. Why is she touching him, that's just making him more flustered. Damn, what's she going to think when she sees him blushing? Men don't blush. He can't just ignore her, though, so after a few seconds he'll reluctantly meet her eyes.]

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts]

[She takes in a deep breath, standing up on her tippy-toes (oh goodness, why is everyone she loves likes always taller than her?) to press her lips against his cheek.]

I love them. [And him. For a moment, she thought of Alphonse, but a moment later he was gone from her mind. All that mattered right now was the man in front of her.] I wish I thought to bring you some.