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The Dating Meme

Dating is, when you think about, really weird. It's a totally different thing for different people. Some are friends for years before they date; others start dating on the same day they met. Sometimes, there's a lot mushy stuff involved; other times, the couple acts just like friends. None of this is necessarily right or wrong.

Whatever it is, your character and the character you reply to are now dating. How? That's up to you. Whether it be awkward or not, the relationship will be uniquely theirs.

How to Play
-Comment with your character and preferences.
-Reply to others.
-Have fun.

Prompts

1. Best Friends to More: Oh, wow, you've been this person's friend forever! But then you realize you have feelings for them, and they for you. Will things change when you change your status?

2. The Sudden Decision: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here I am, date me maybe?

3. Confession: You've had feelings for this person for, like, ages, and you want to ask them to date you. Or maybe the confession just slips out...
4. Hate Date: You really don't like this person; actually, you hate them. But you don't want them to be with anyone else!
5. I Guess We're Dating: Huh. We are dating, aren't we? Everyone else knew before us...
6. Slow Decision: For the more mature and seasoned, they might fall into something sweet without needing to rush.
7. Been Burned Before: One of you has had a bad relationship, and now both of you have to bear that brunt if you want to date now.
8. Innocence: This is your first real relationship, so you have to figure it out together. That's harder than it looks.
9. Courting: You're from an old-fashioned world or are old-fashioned yourself, so it's courting, not dating. Still, maybe you can sneak away from the chaperon.
10. First Date: Your first true date. What's it like? What would happen if...I don't know...it went bad?
11. First Kiss: Of course.
12. First Time: Together or in general.
13. The Perfect Couple: The couple that never argues and is more like best friends than a couple.
14. The Not-So-Perfect Couple: Ugh, these guys always argue and seem to despise each other. Why are they even together?
15. Comfortable: You can do anything around or in front of your honey.
16. Not Cut Out for Dating: One of you is anti-social, a jerk, a stoic badass, whatever. You're not dating material...yet here you are.
17. Getting on Each Others' Nerves: Spending too much time together can get even the most patient people annoyed with the person they're dating.
18. Know What You Like: It's almost like they can read your mind, whether it be in the kitchen, at the store, or in the bedroom.
19. Trouble in Paradise: Maybe it's external factors, or perhaps internal, but whatever the case may be, things aren't looking so sunny.

20. Test the Strength: Someone else has an obvious crush on the person you're dating. What do you do?
21. Pregnancy Scare: Hey, it happens. So, how do you feel when the period turns up missing?
22. Getting Serious: Things are getting way deep with this person. They may be the one...or maybe they think they are, while you're not too sure.
23. Old Hat: This relationship is dull. Can you get back the spark?
24. End It: You don't want to date them anymore. You want to see other people.
25. Taking It to the Next Level: You don't want to date them anymore. You want to marry them.
26. FREE SPACE

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[ So wherever they are, it's safe to say that Judith has known Zara for awhile. And she's grown to admire him, to enjoy the banter and his company, and she's not one to typically deny her own feelings, unless it's for the sake of a mission (and her father's mission had always taken precedence).

But now, Judith has no obligations. It's sunny outside, the grass is warm underneath her as she sprawls out idly, and drowsily, she thinks, why not? ]

I'm not really much for commitment.

[ to say Judith is different from the other women in his life is an understatement. Perhaps that's the very reason he's ended up spending so much time with her, though. Fiona was well taken care of by Julian in the new country, and while the two of them were still close friends, he'd found that the black cat filled a niche in her life that he had previously been preparing to himself - against his better judgement. So, unexpectedly, he'd found his life heading in a different direction - one where he had things like free time and a real career. And, apparently, friends outside the family.

It's quite mysterious. He'd always thought Fiona would be the only woman he had room for in his heart, but perhaps that was merely because he hardly spoke to any others. ]

Oh? [ the subtle implication of her comment is not missed - but he's not sure what to do with it, himself. ] I can see that... You're quite the free spirit. It might slow you down.

Oh, I'm sure it would. [ breezy agreement, because of course he's right. She'd never allowed herself to get ensnared by the desire to own someone's attentions-- and even now, that holds true. Judith isn't interested in possessing. Or being possessed, for that matter. ]

There aren't too many people who can keep up with me, and far too many who'd want to change me.

[ She sits up now, glancing towards him in consideration. ]

Honestly, I thought you might have tried.

Me?

[ he turns to look at her with mild surprise, ears twitching. Even if he did have something akin to his own, independent life now, it wasn't exactly something he ever yearned for, and he was rarely aggressive with others, maintaining a humble, servant-like attitude. ]

I'd never. Doing something like that would be presumptuous. [ it wasn't his style. After a moment, he offers a small smile. ] Besides, it's one of your charm points, Miss Judith.

Now, now, you'll make me blush.

[ Except it takes quite a bit to fluster Judith, so it's likely a joke. Nonetheless, her smile has softened. ]

That would be quite the accomplishment.

[ yeah, he knows it takes a lot to fluster her... he'd be proud if he managed it, but he's not the type of man to try anything gutsy just for that sake. He does raise an eyebrow, though, speaking in a slightly quieter and more serious voice. ]

Shall I try harder?

[ She'd laugh, normally, genuinely amused at the thought that anyone would seriously strive to bring out the color in her cheeks. But when Zara speaks that softly, Judith knows better than to laugh.

Instead, she lets her eyes rest on his face and focuses a bit more, pensive. ]

If you'd like to, I won't stop you.

I'd like a more... decisive answer.

[ she brought it up - and so most wouldn't stop and wait here - but he does. He lives a life tightly regulated, and he's not about to step over any lines until he's sure the ground there is all right for him to tread on; a servant at heart until the end, despite his wry comments and bold actions. ]

[ Judith is impulsive, surprisingly so for a Krityan. But she'd never been quite like the others, not since she'd escaped (as much as one could escape) the Circle's calming influence.

If Zara wants decisive, she can give him decisive. ]

You're the only one I'd ask to try.

[ oh, miss judith. He feels his heartrate accelerate just a little when she says that, but he supposes he was asking for it. Nodding, he puts his hands on the ground, leaning over towards her just slightly. ]

Close your eyes?

[ don't worry, he's not going to do anything cliche. ]

[ The last time she was in a remotely romantically cliche situation, she threw down in a jail cell.

But this probably won't involve punching (Yuri Lowell, at least), so she hums acquiescence as she closes her eyes. Okay, Zara, non-cliche away. ]

[ please don't throw him in a jail cell. he's an innocent bun. he's done nothing wrong!!

Unless this counts as wrong. That remains to be seen - but he has confidence. If he didn't, he wouldn't even be trying this right now. Judith was never straightforward, but he'd gotten rather good at reading her hints, he liked to think. He had no intentions like commitment or settling down or marriage - he was a servant and she wasn't the type for any of that and it wasn't something either of them needed. All he had was a desire to be closer to her. Zara wasn't good at not pursuing things that interested him.

So Zara leans over her and lifts a hand that gently tucks a bright pink flower behind one of her long ears (where was he carrying it? a butler's secret.) His palms drop to cup her face, and, after a moment of indecision, he tilts his neck until his forehead gently collides with hers. ]

... I won't ask you to commit, Miss Judith, but I will ask you to indulge my selfishness once in a while.

[ Indulge? Did he think she would have let him close, let the warmth of his palms sink into her skin, let his breath melt with hers, just because she was a soul willing to humor? Which she was, in some cases, but those cases were rare enough. Zara understood how she worked, and that alone made him worth making a few small changes. Nothing that compromised how Judith naturally was, but... well.

Better to correct him now, rather than later. ]

That's a funny thing to ask me, Zara.

[ And now her eyes open, taking in his closeness with a small, fond smile as she shifts one gloved hand up and into his hair, to sift through the strands and lightly graze the base of an ear. ]

It's not selfishness if I return the favor, now is it?

[ he tenses up for a brief second instinctively when he feels her touch against his ear; more tellingly, though, he does nothing about it, merely smiling with a somewhat shy contentedness. How can he not? Any man would be lucky to be the subject of her affections - and any man would be happy to have his feelings returned. It was in a careful, roundabout way, but it's enough for him. She isn't the type for drawn-out confessions, he knows. ]

That only makes me feel more selfish, I'm afraid, [ he says in a playful undertone - then, after a brief pause, he adds more quietly: ] ... Thank you.

[ Long drawn-out confessions are for knights and princesses, and while she knows both, she's neither. Zara understands that, and for that, Judith is grateful-- before she laughs softly, more of a chuckle than anything. ]

You may have to explain that last part. I haven't exactly done anything that you haven't done yourself.

Can't I be a little grateful that I wasn't rejected? [ he speaks in an affected whine. Of course, it's a little more than that. It's rare for him to allow anyone else into his small circle of intimate friends, and to even offer this to her was a bit of a leap of faith on his part. It seems he stuck the landing. ] Or do you want to see me embarrass myself explaining why...?

[ his hands slip back into her hair again, nestling themselves between her ears and antennae, and he closes his eyes, leaning in to softly press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, almost teasing. ] You're wicked.

I think you're cute when you're embarrassed. [ once again, a shameless comment from Judith, whose lips are now quirked in an upwards, semi-playful angle-- one he might feel. It's followed by a low hum at the warm pressure of his fingers, as she relaxes, a hand drifting to his shoulder as she ghosts her lips across his. Two can tease, after all. ]

I also think you're striking when you have something to fight for, and not all that bad-looking when you're thoughtful. You should take a closer look at yourself sometime.

[ the kiss is one thing, but he's... not used to being described in such glowing terms, especially not his appearance. If she did want to see him embarrassed, she succeeded. As mature and on top of things as he seems, he's still a young man with insecurities and inexperience; his cheeks turn a dusky shade of pink, and his face turns a little more serious. ]

... Judith.

[ he can't help himself - he leans in again, lips meeting hers, and kisses her once more, this time more properly, lingering long while his fingers tangle in her hair. His heart might very well have migrated into his ears for how loud his pulse sounds, but he doesn't care. There's nothing to be afraid of with her anymore. ]

[ Judith had known only traces of fear for years now, most of it instinctively tucked away, but now isn't a situation for misgivings, anyway. Not with Zara blushing like that, and moving decisively, which she happens to appreciate a great deal.

And so she answers him, in her own way, rubbing her thumb into his shoulder as she sifts her free hand into his hair and tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Might as well show him how much she's wanted this, right? ]

[ he's grateful for that. Zara's kiss is passionate, but uncharacteristically clumsy. His enthusiasm is matched pretty evenly with his inexperience; for all his wisdom and grace, he's never once kissed a woman - not on the lips, and certainly not like this. It's difficult for him to feel self-conscious about it when she's returning the gesture so strongly, though, and he's content to merely try and follow, relishing the feeling of being so close to her.

Eventually, he needs to break for air, though, and he parts from her with a breathless sigh, face thoroughly heated up. His hand remains nestled against her head, unwilling to let go. ]

You're too good to me.

[ Judith may be the vastly more experienced one here - sometimes, seduction worked better to gain information rather than violence- but this is still the first time a kiss had meant something, been more than perfunctory on her end, and even she' a little breathless.

But also firm when she speaks. ]

You're going to have to stop thinking like that, Zara. I'm just as good as you deserve.

[ "Dating" was a strong word for the kind of relationship that they had. She didn't like dating, not anymore, at least. Some people might say she was hung up on her past love, and well, sure, she was. She'd admit it pretty easily. But she knew Keiji wouldn't want her to play the role of the chaste, mourning girlfriend either. It might take her a long time to love again, but playing around... Well, that was different.

He wasn't her usual type (Auger was a bit lacking in the muscle department for her tastes), but hey, you can't blame a girl for finding the ears cute. And admittedly, it was fun to argue with him a little. He was mean, but she could take it and be mean right back.

That's also why she tended to just come and visit whenever she felt like it. It's not like he could really stop her once the cloaking was active, so it was fun. So, here she is in Auger's room, and when he enters the room, she's tossing some very valuable trinket in her hands, sitting crosslegged on his bed with a smile. ]

Hey. You know, you really should put alarms on your doors. Or, well, real ones. Think of it as me just testing your security.

[ auger would rather die than date. Well, that might be an exaggeration, since he has a lot of interesting things he wants to do that would be harder as a corpse, but he is most certainly not interested in romance - not when it did nothing for him. And pretending to have a relationship with Kasumi would get him absolutely zero, as far as he can tell. He checked.

But she's okay on the eyes and interesting and willing. He's a shallow and hedonistic man - two things he's fully aware of and has no intention of changing - and is content to let her stick around as long as she's willing to indulge him. That, and she would prove more difficult to get rid of than most if he tried, he's pretty sure. When he opens the door and finds her sitting on his bed, he sighs dramatically, as if terribly bothered. ]

Rude! I'm a prince, you know. I could have you executed for doing mean things like this. [ he says it airily enough to indicate that he's not actually bothered. Mostly because if it was someone he didn't like, he really would just kill them on the spot. Closing the door behind him, he unceremoniously walks over and flops onto the bed next to her, rolling onto his back. ] Put that back. It's an important heirloom of the kingdom, or something.

You could, but you'd have to catch me first. I have warrants for my execution on three planets, last I checked, so you wouldn't be special for that.

[ Her lips quirk into a playful grin under that shadowed hood, because really, execution warrants were great. They meant that people would pay her more to steal whatever they wanted. It was like getting a promotion in her line of work, and even the few people that knew her real name found it quite difficult to actually share that information. It's weird how that worked, right? ]

But don't worry. I won't take it. It's not really my taste for my personal collection, at least.

[ But she keeps it in her hands all the same, still idly playing with it, though her hands are always careful with how she holds it, and from anyone, there's no danger of Kasumi letting it break. Being the best thief in the universe also tended to mean being the least clumsy. ]

You don't care much for things like this though, do you?

Uwah. I'm not special? You're so cold. It wouldn't hurt to have a little faith in me, you know.

[ he protests lazily, frowning up at her. Of course, as far as he's concerned, she's already been caught. If he really needed her dead, he would have done it by now. But Kasumi is more interesting alive - dangerous to have in the palace, too, which only made things more fun, from his point of view. Mejojo wouldn't approve. However, that's exactly why Mejojo doesn't know. ]

That tacky thing? No way. But the monarchy wouldn't look good if it went missing. Brother would be reeeally mad. [ ... but, again, he doesn't actually seem bothered, considering he punctuates his sentence with a yawn that shows off several sharp teeth. ] I already listened to enough politics today. Aah, I'm tired...

Considering the topic, I think I'll remain just a little doubtful. [ She glances to Auger with a wry smile. ] Just for my own peace of mind, of course. If the monarchy went chasing after me, I might have a little trouble.

[ Which isn't a lie, really. When a powerful family had a vendetta against you, things got messy. Some people would say that by that logic, Kasumi shouldn't play with fire by dealing with Auger at all, but a little danger was the fun part. ]

Anyways, I understand. I was just stopping by since I was in the area, so... Are you too tired to have a little fun?

[ She sets her toy down, then reaches into her pocket to pull out a small device, not much bigger than the pins emblazoned with the royal crest that Auger wears. ]

I have an extra cloaking device if you want to sneak around.

[ despite his professed tiredness, his eyes keenly follow her hands when she reaches into her pockets. A learned defense mechanism over the years or a simple lack of trust - maybe a little bit of both. Auger is almost 100% sure that Kasumi is exactly the type of person who's carrying a lot of concealed weapons on her at all times, and he is completely sure that he wouldn't even know what a lot of them were.

But she says it's a cloaking device, and he has no reason to believe it's not, so he goes along with it for the moment. Auger turns over, propping his head up on one hand, and smiles rather mischievously. ]

Ah, you just mean that. I almost got excited. [ his tail curls lazily behind him. ] It makes you invisible, right? Sounds pretty useful.

Edited 2014-12-25 14:16 (UTC)

[Ugh. Okabe had this romantic proposal all planned out, with the Christmas Eve date, the little cake shop afterwards, he's got his crisp white shirt and tie on... He even shaved! (He puts a hand to his face nervously. It's already coming back in. Damn you, facial hair!) He had an exact plan of how this was going to go in his head.]

[And now, standing in Yoyogi Park after dark... Even after all the talking and arguing they did on their date, he's lost for words right now. For a man who preaches that theories are nothing more than words, the sight of Kurisu - the idea of their future, the future that was almost robbed from them - sure catches him unprepared.]

[He's tempted to step into his Kyouma pants for a moment, get just a shot of that confidence! The proverbial angel and devil on his shoulder argue about it for a beat, but eventually, he decides against it. He can ham it up later, if she comes back to his apartment-lab-mess; for now, it's time to lay his feelings bare.]

So, ah. [Out with it!, says the Kyouma-devil.] I've made a decision! [He must look such a fool. Good job, Okabe.]

Edited 2014-12-22 05:12 (UTC)

[ okabe? romantic? clean-shaven? she's still checking the skies for airborne pigs. It gives her an odd conflict of feelings - wanting to tease him for trying so hard to please her, feeling embarrassed about being so obviously - well - on a date, and actually being touched and happy that he's making an effort for her. In the end, she finds herself positioned somewhere between the second and third options. After all, she herself always spent about an hour checking and re-checking her outfit and appearance before she went out to see him. (She'd never tell.)

And, after all, she did appreciate it. A lot. Because his stubbornness (a trait that she shared) and his shyness (also shared) meant that, for two people in a relationship, they spent a lot of time dancing around the topic. Never had she doubted his feelings - he'd cemented their strength in her mind more than writing an actual thesis would have - but, at times, she became frustrated about how their relationship seemed frozen in time. The irony isn't lost on her.

But then things like this happen, and her confidence is restored, as well as those pesky feelings of affection she's so embarrassed by. They might have argued and bickered like usual, but standing here in the park with him, Kurisu finds herself feeling a gentle sort of contented happiness.

And then. ]

Wah -- d-don't just suddenly start shouting! I'm standing right here! [ someone calling the cops on them would really ruin the date. ] What are you talking about?

I want to make a home with you. [When Okabe is flustered, he has a certain tendency to spout off at the mouth. Even now, as his mouth starts running and he starts gesturing all over the place, he's flushed a little red.] Wherever life takes us, America, Japan, the farthest-flung reaches of space, wherever! If you'll have me, I'll follow you.

[His heart is in his throat now, as possibilities flit through his mind. Does Kurisu really want to spend the rest of her life with... This? This, just what he has to offer?]

[Okabe's not as much a risk-taking man as he once was. Look where all those risks got him: twenty-three and still in his shitty apartment, every few nights spent in that musty futon of his riddled with flashbacks, a man leaping forever through time. Nobody, and certainly not any doctor in this country, can ground the brain again once it has unstuck.]

[But damn it, he secured his future. Their future! Kurisu is alive, breathing, next to him, so very real. They secured that reality for themselves, this world far-removed from all the bloodshed and misery they faced. Now he just has to do it again... Whatever it was, if he can remember the words.]

I... [Damn it, dude, don't choke now! screams Kyouma in his ear.] I won't hold you back. It'd just be nice to be able to see you, and have you come home to me every night, and maybe have some little kids and--

[And onto his knee he slides, one smooth movement, his long coat billowing about his legs much like his lab coat used to. (Does, still. A man can still indulge.) He breathes deeply to prepare himself for what's about to happen.] Heh-hem.

[ She was expecting him to start rambling about something, certainly - with that dramatic tone, maybe something important, like a job, or moving, or something similarly mature and adulty. Alternatively, something completely inane and immature. Really, it could go either way with him. He may have grown up in the time she's known him (she likes to think that it's her influence, just a little, at least), but some things won't change. Secretly, she's glad that part of him hasn't disappeared. Maybe he's embarrassing, ridiculous, occasionally insufferable, but it was that enthusiasm of his that drew her to him in the first place, and that what he's gone through hasn't snuffed it out is a small miracle.

With that in mind, she was certainly expecting him to ramble. But not about this.

At first, Kurisu doesn't quite process the meaning of his words. It sounds like he wants to live together with her, and she blinks in surprise before a wry, fond smile softens her expression. Because she would if she could - she'd said it before, but she needs to stay in America to research, and he has his own ties to Japan, and it was all depressingly difficult, really, and he should know this already. Their relationship is ever punctuated by distance, whether in time or space, apparently. But then he keeps going, says he'll follow her, says he won't hold her back, wants to see her every night, wants -- kids?! her blush is as instantaneous as ever, but she can't even yell at him about saying something embarrassing like that in public because they're alone and this is really, truly, honestly starting to sound like - a marriage proposal.

Before she knows it, he's down on one knee. ]

O... Okabe, are you... [ her voice is high-pitched, cracks a little, and her fists are held tight at her sides - she feels like all her muscles have locked up. She's not even sure what she was going to say to him. Suddenly, thinking is distressingly difficult. All she can do is stare at him, wide-eyed, heart in her throat. ]

[Maybe he's not expecting her to call him on it. For a solid moment, he thinks about getting cold feet, about playing it off as something else. There's no way she'd say yes to me, he thinks, there's absolutely no way she'd say yes to someone like me. He wonders, sometimes, if he can crystallize a single moment in time - if he doesn't move, if he focuses hard enough, she won't leave his side. It won't get better, but it won't get worse; he doesn't have to worry about the moment she has to go. He could stay like this, in this moment forever--]

[No. No, he can't chicken out. For one, Mayuri would kill him, or at least be very upset in that way Mayuri gets; she's the one who went ring shopping with him, who gave him the pep talk, who pushed him to move their relationship out of that dead stasis in the first place. His father would say he's not being man enough. Daru would say he's not being man enough, and who wants to be told they're not a man by Daru?]

[He's not really ready, you're never ready to marry like you're never really ready to have kids, but he's as ready as a guy can be. His mother gave him a god-damned "Rosetta Stone Teaches English" subscription as a gift - he's been practicing - and if that's not a sign, he doesn't even know what a sign is supposed to look like.]

[In a small voice, humble and yet bold, unusual:] Yeah. I am. [He had a speech all prepared, but it's left him now; his heartbeat is quick, he's trying not to blush or stutter. Instead of trying to remember what he was going to say, he speaks from his heart.] After all we've been through, you know how it is, I can't be away from you for another moment. I understand if you don't want me to follow you, but I'm ready, I mean, I keep thinking about it and all I need is your answer--

[He catches his breath in a long inhale and pulls a little box from his coat pocket. His voice almost cracks on the next words, so all Kurisu'll be able to hear is:] Marry me?

[ the signs were all there, and she even recognized what was coming before it did, but that doesn't stop the sight of the telltale box from stopping her heart, or the hasty, nervous words from making her breath hitch in her throat. It was a perfectly foreseeable outcome to the phenomena she'd observed earlier. A natural conclusion. Things she'd insist in her mind normally to calm herself down and try and defuse an emotionally-intense situation with a logical approach. For once, those thoughts don't actually come. How can they? Okabe just proposed to her. She's a scientist, but she was a girl before that, once, dreaming of romance and wedding dresses.

She's sure she didn't imagine it happening like this, in a park in Japan in winter. The scruffy, nervous man before her is about as far from a prince as one could get. And now, family, marriage - things like that weren't her dreams anymore, just far-off "maybes."

And yet.

How could she picture it any other way? She doesn't want a prince or a fairy tale wedding or a white picket fence. She wants someone who will see her for who she is, who wants her to succeed, who'd stand by her no matter what - a constant friend, a best friend, a partner. She wants a stupid mad scientist who will probably have her tearing her hair out before it can go gray. Listen to him making excuses, self-doubting! He always is - she just can't make him believe. ]

... Okabe, you idiot, [ she responds, voice quiet, heart swelling; she's almost alarmed herself at how easily her response comes, when she's supposed to be the one who stops and makes rational decisions, but she can't stop it. Maybe there was never any uncertainty at all. Kurisu tries valiantly not to tear up, like everyone does, but she can't get more than those three words out before they start to flow. ] Of course. Yes. O-obviously! What do you mean, "if I don't want you to follow me?" Of course I do! Don't you know that I -- I --

[ her words start failing in the face of her emotions, to her distress, but just this once, she decides it's probably okay, though she moves to rub at her eyes. Even then, broken but audible, achingly: ] -- I love you, Okabe...

[He holds his own breath while she talks, heart feeling like it's stilled against the wall of his chest, and then lets it out in a slow puff when she's done.]

[A yes. She said yes. She said yes! Even if she's calling him an idiot (it's a sign of love), saying he shouldn't have doubted, she said yes and she said it outright, she loves him, how could he ever have doubted this feeling that's tight in his heart? He could take on the world, he's Hououin fucking Kyouma, he's already taken on the world once - and with Kurisu by his side and his labmems in his pocket, there's nothing he can't do.]

[He realizes the guy probably shouldn't be tearing up during a proposal, but his eyes are watering, his face is screwing up nevertheless. Still, he's smiling giddily under it, a different sort of grin than when he's teasing someone. She might recognize it as the 'Kurisu did something cute, romantic, or otherwise wonderful' grin.]

I love you, Makise Kurisu. I'm- I'm in love with you. As long as we live, I never want you to doubt it. I want to provide for each other, and have you with me, and everything... I'm so happy. [The last words sound like he's going to start bawling any second. In a weak attempt to stop himself, he looks up at her (that was a mistake, he thinks as a tear finds its way onto his cheek) and pops the box open. The ring inside is something that he thinks fits her, but something she could wear without it getting in the way: a diamond's set into the metal, with two rubies to either side. It is probably the first purchase he's made in his adult life without cheaping out, and it might be the last; live it up.]

[And then he says, or more asks:] Give me your hand?

[ Oh god I haven't updated these icons in forever. ]

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