I once dated a girl on the track team. [CLOSED]

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Characters: Jean and Gintoki
Content: A slightly late gift and a dinner date. Gintoki has reservations for two, after all.
Setting: Balisier. Starting out on the deck of the Convoy.
Time: The evening after Lunasa.
Warnings: None. This will be a clean, chaste log. Nothing but fluff and ship-tease. STOP GIVING ME THAT LOOK, CHAT.

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The sound of someone arriving on the deck was enough to snap her out of her reverie. Jean turned to see the man she had been waiting for, dressed nicer than she had ever seen him and...

And what had he done to his hair? Jean bit her tongue to stop herself from making any sort of face. If she had to be honest, she would have admitted that she felt he looked best with his natural, fleecy curls. But she had picked up long ago that his hair was a sore spot for him, and thus kept her comments to herself rather than risk making him more self-conscious about it.

She leaned down to pick her gift up off the deck, and then walked towards him, meeting him halfway across the deck. "Good evening, Gintoki." Her voice was a little low, despite the fact that there was no one there but the two of them.

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And with that, Jean couldn't help but smile, though she covered her mouth with one hand in a half-hearted attempt to hide her amusement. See? Even the forces of nature itself agreed with her: He didn't look right without his perm.

"You look very nice tonight," she said, hoping it would reassure him enough that he wouldn't fuss with his hair further.

Anyway, there was no point in putting it off any longer. Jean held out the gift, offering for him to take it. "I know I already made you that cake, but... well... I thought you might like this, too. Happy Lunasa."

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There was a clinking of metal against metal inside. Jean seemed to tense up a bit when he shook the box, but stopped herself from protesting. It wasn't that fragile, after all. It could handle a bit of a shaking. Right?

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go on, open it!" she insisted.

Waiting inside the box was a model of the Pink Princess, nearly thirty centimeters tall and crafted in intricate, life-like detail There was a small key on the back of the figure's pedestal, and winding it would set the figure's clockwork in motion and make the tiny woman spring to life, demonstrating her best-known poses from the comics.

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"It took quite a bit of searching the shops and markets," she admitted. "I mean, there's a lot of the comics and such being sold, but I figured you must already have all of those, right? But then I was fortunate enough to find a shop with toys like this..."

Very briefly, an uncomfortable look crossed her face. "Actually, I was looking for one of the Steel Samurai, but the shopkeeper said that they only sold ones of female characters. I... I didn't ask why." She laughed awkwardly. Then she added, "But at least it'll make it easy to remember who gave it to you, right?"

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"That's right," Jean replied, smiling warmly. "We made a nice team on stage, didn't we?"

She missed those days. But this wasn't a time to be sad, right? It was a time for gratitude.

"Anyway, I hope you like it. I really wanted to do more for you than just bake a cake this year." Even if that was usually all he wanted, anyway.

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"Well, yes... but that's just it. I'm always making sweets for you, remember? Even if I put my heart into it, it's still not a special gift for Lunasa. I wanted to give you something that took a little more thought."

Though she wasn't entirely sure why she bothered. At least she could rest assured that her work would never go unappreciated.

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"Let's!" she replied merrily, taking the arm that had been politely offered to her. Although she was a little curious about the gift that he carried under his other arm, she didn't ask about it. If it was for her, and she certainly hoped that it was, he would give it to her when he saw fit.

"So, do you know much about the restaurant we're going to?"