Aya put the coordinates into the PINpoint. She tucks the note away in wooden keepsake box in her top drawer before activating the PINpoint.
For a moment, she can't move. The image of Ginta in his suit playing with his tie seems to replace every other romantic image she has seen in movies or read in books.
With his eyes still closed in thought there was only the sound of PINpoint transport and Aya's ever-welcome scent to announce her presence. Barely enough time for him to look up in greeting and not quite enough to brace for impact. That's alright, though. He laughs while losing his balance and wraps his arms around her as they fall to the ground.
"Hey, you. I see you got the note," he says with a smile.
She's not the only one who's short of breath by the end of the kiss. The lack of oxygen to his brain seems to have left Ginta a bit stupid because he just lies there for a long moment, grinning goofily at her. After another beat it occurs to him that he should probably say or do something. "Um... are you hungry or anything?"
Grinning goofily is all Aya wants to do at the moment. At least until she gets her breath back.
She likes the feeling of almost having him pinned down, although she knows he could break free if he wanted. Knowing he could dislodge her and doesn't makes it more enjoyable.
"Mmm. Hungry for food?" she asks, arching an eyebrow. She smiles wickedly for a moment before adding, "Sure. I could eat."
"Aheheheh." He feels like he really should be beyond blushing because he feels flustered but that wicked little smile of hers is making his ears burn. And then there's the fact that she's not moving and he really doesn't want her to... and now the blush is spreading across his cheeks so moving probably is a good idea.
In order to avoid tossing her off while he gets up he puts an arm around her waist to lift her up while he stands and... oh heck, might as well carry her all the way to where the food is while he's at it.
Aya makes a soft squealing noise as she is picked up. Her toes curl. She drapes her arms lightly around his shoulders as he carries her to the table.
She doesn't let go of him once the arrive. She will be reluctant to let go him to allow him to take his own seat. She kisses him gently once more telling him, "Everything looks wonderful."
He smiles into the kiss and continues to do so when replying. "I'm glad you like it."
And if she hasn't let go by now, well... that can be worked around too! Just so long as she doesn't find it uncomfortable to sit on his lap. He pulls the dishes, grilled fish with grated daikon, onigiri, and odango, closer to one seat before attempting to sit down (whiiiich, might not be as graceful as planned with two people).
The lack of grace just makes her giggle as the bump and slump into their seat. She tries a bit of grilled fish and makes the appropriate yummy noises (which is not difficult, as it is really good). She makes a gesture offering to feed him some. "It all looks delicious. I cannot believe you put this together on your own."
He chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck."Heh, well, I've been watching you do this kind of stuff for a while. I'm just glad some of that seems to have rubbed off."
He takes the offered food, trying not to drop any in the process. He finds himself shivering mid-swallow. "Does... it feel kind of cold all of a sudden or is it just me?" This struck Ginta as particularly strange since he should be warm, given that the suit covered more than what he usually wore.
But it does suddenly feel cold. It was warm a moment ago and the breeze had not changed. It doesn't feel so much like being caught in a cold wind anyway. More like the warmth was being leeched from her.
Aya holds up her hand to catch a snowflake, then looks up to the sunny sky.
“The weather is so strange in your world.”
Aya-chan can hear the distant sound of a woman singing in a mournful, lovely voice. The sound seems to be coming closer.
"That... shouldn't be there." He looks at the snowflake in near fear. If there are elemental changes about then that means something powerful is manipulating the environment around them. Ginta doesn't have much time to think about that, however. At the sound of the voice his eyes become blank and glassy, almost as though a film of ice had formed over them.
Slowly, numbly, he starts to stand. Hopefully slowly enough that he doesn't end up dumping Aya-chan on the ground, because he doesn't seem to be particularly aware that she's there anymore.
Aya is able to slide off Ginta's lap. She has to steady herself on the table to avoid dropping to the ground. "Ginta?" she squeaks in alarm.
She reaches out to Ginta, trying to get his attention and find out what's wrong. She is so focused on him, she doesn't notice the pale figure behind her.
The figure smiles, allowing Aya to react for a bit before she would step forward. So many different flavours presented in the bond between the two. First the warm, soft, sweet flavour of contented love they displayed earlier and now the tartness of desperation that came with things going awry. She would let that last linger for a bit longer but what she really looked forward to, the coup de gras, would be the bitter, cold taste of ripping them apart. Yes, this would be a feast like she had not had in quite a while.
Eventually the tall, regal figure in white did reach from behind Aya, grabbing Ginta's shoulder and drawing herself up close.
"I'm afraid you won't get much of a response, my dear." She smiles and it's all points and frigidness. "You see, he's going to be coming with me.
Through all this, Ginta hadn't given so much as a blink.
Her mate. Hers. Aya isn't surprised or frightened, and, although she has no idea what is going on, she isn't confused. The animal part of Aya's brain tells her it doesn't really matter. This creature is attempting take something that belongs to her, and, she isn't going to allow that to happen.
Aya has habitually carried at least one blade since Farfarello first gave her one. She is a little clumsy about drawing it.
Rebellion. This was a salty taste that she wasn't used to recieving from the girls in the couples she preyed on. Usually the girls had broken into tears by now. She decides to stay for a bit and savour the flavour by taunting the girl, rather than immediately disappearing in a flurry of snow like she had first planned.
"You think to cut me, girl? Oh, you can try." She takes hold of the shoulders of a still entranced Ginta, depositing him squarely in front of her like a shield and laughing coldly. "Though I doubt you'd like the results."
For a moment, she can't move. The image of Ginta in his suit playing with his tie seems to replace every other romantic image she has seen in movies or read in books.
Then, she pounces.
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"Hey, you. I see you got the note," he says with a smile.
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She likes the feeling of almost having him pinned down, although she knows he could break free if he wanted. Knowing he could dislodge her and doesn't makes it more enjoyable.
"Mmm. Hungry for food?" she asks, arching an eyebrow. She smiles wickedly for a moment before adding, "Sure. I could eat."
She makes no attempt to move.
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In order to avoid tossing her off while he gets up he puts an arm around her waist to lift her up while he stands and... oh heck, might as well carry her all the way to where the food is while he's at it.
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She doesn't let go of him once the arrive. She will be reluctant to let go him to allow him to take his own seat. She kisses him gently once more telling him, "Everything looks wonderful."
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And if she hasn't let go by now, well... that can be worked around too! Just so long as she doesn't find it uncomfortable to sit on his lap. He pulls the dishes, grilled fish with grated daikon, onigiri, and odango, closer to one seat before attempting to sit down (whiiiich, might not be as graceful as planned with two people).
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He takes the offered food, trying not to drop any in the process. He finds himself shivering mid-swallow. "Does... it feel kind of cold all of a sudden or is it just me?" This struck Ginta as particularly strange since he should be warm, given that the suit covered more than what he usually wore.
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"I'll just have to warm you up."
But it does suddenly feel cold. It was warm a moment ago and the breeze had not changed. It doesn't feel so much like being caught in a cold wind anyway. More like the warmth was being leeched from her.
Aya holds up her hand to catch a snowflake, then looks up to the sunny sky.
“The weather is so strange in your world.”
Aya-chan can hear the distant sound of a woman singing in a mournful, lovely voice. The sound seems to be coming closer.
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Slowly, numbly, he starts to stand. Hopefully slowly enough that he doesn't end up dumping Aya-chan on the ground, because he doesn't seem to be particularly aware that she's there anymore.
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She reaches out to Ginta, trying to get his attention and find out what's wrong. She is so focused on him, she doesn't notice the pale figure behind her.
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Eventually the tall, regal figure in white did reach from behind Aya, grabbing Ginta's shoulder and drawing herself up close.
"I'm afraid you won't get much of a response, my dear." She smiles and it's all points and frigidness. "You see, he's going to be coming with me.
Through all this, Ginta hadn't given so much as a blink.
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Aya has habitually carried at least one blade since Farfarello first gave her one. She is a little clumsy about drawing it.
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"You think to cut me, girl? Oh, you can try." She takes hold of the shoulders of a still entranced Ginta, depositing him squarely in front of her like a shield and laughing coldly. "Though I doubt you'd like the results."
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