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[She does not have a single brain cell to spare for this question because Mista just nuked them all into orbit thirty seconds ago. But she will try.]

dw i dont think this counts as the first time!!! this isnt the first book in the series!!!
but
u know

you kinda said you loved me earlier anyway (๑/)u(\๑)

[mr. loving u feels like something im used to, jesus]

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oh
oh fuck yeah i did
i didnt think about it cuz it just sort of came out of my mouth

fingers
w/e

im glad its ok anyway
im kinda scared of messing things up if u couldnt tell
u liked the other me so much i might not be as good

[oh...]

tbh im a little worried about that too bc i dont feel like im all those nice things you said ( ；´Д｀)
but...thats silly bc theres no other u or other me!!!
all the stuff i like about u is still there even if we cant remember it yet! i can feel it!!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و youre still the same mista to me!

[...hm. Has she said that before? She has, hasn't she?]

so u dont have to worry too much about messing anything up ok?
i remembered i loved you before i even remembered your name
so ill love you no matter what ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

[You're still the same Mista to me.]

[Yeah. That's . . . he remembers that one. There's a distinct, soft, fond pulse through the Oath. It aches, but in a good way.]

ok
ill love you no matter what too

hey princess look up

[. . . oh, because there's Mista, coming up to the cabanas with — is that two bouquets? It's two bouquets. One of them is sunflowers and, well, orange flowers of some kind; he tried. The other is an even better bouquet, because it's edible.]

[Ah, good. There's cozy satisfaction in response — maybe a little too warm, like you've been under a blanket just a moment too long.

And then a ping of surprise. She looks up, as directed.

She stands up off the couch with her excitement, and then her eyes flick between Mista's hands, not entirely comprehending what she's seeing at first.] Huh? What's—

[...and then she smells them. The distinct combination of hot oil, sugar, and cinnamon.]

Are those churros??

Oh yeah.

[Boy oh boy, he's grinning. This is the greatest gift he's ever come up with. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever come up with. He is the god of gift giving. Nailed it.]

The lady down at the stall saw me with the flowers and said she'd make me a better bouquet instead of the regular-shaped ones, so what am I gonna do, say no?

[Juggling the bouquets in his arms, he offers her the greasy and sugary one.]

Wanna eat a flower?

[Sayori's eyes are absolutely sparkling. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever come up with.]

Oh my gosh.

[Astounding. Genius. Just totally awe-inspiring.

She gleefully receives the sugary snack bouquet, her eyes wide as they flick between the churros and Mista. Her struggle with whether to eat first or kiss first is overwhelming and embarrassingly obvious.

She goes with eating, though. She plucks a churro from the bouquet and admires it for just a moment before absolutely decimating it. Does she need to stick the whole flower shape in her mouth at once? No, but that's what she does, and she doesn't regret it at all.

True to form, she talks with her mouth full.] This is amazing.

[On the contrary, in Mista's opinion she actually does need to do that. Otherwise how will she know if she can? It occurs to him that he should try it too, but he'll wait until she offers him one.]

[In the meantime, he solves her quandary for her. Or at least obeys his first instinct, which is to lean in and give her a peck on the lips. It's not very romantic, but it is tasty, and it allows him to grin smugly and lick sugar off his mouth.]

Yeah, it is, huh?

[God, vote him off the island.]

[He's so benevolent, relieving her of the burden of this dilemma. It didn't occur to her to both eat and kiss. Mista is just on a roll with genius ideas, so unfortunately, he will not be voted off today.

It does kill her a little bit to see him lick the sugar off and realize he just stole that right off of her mouth, though. Her face goes red under her wide eyes and a flustered giggle works its way out of her.] If you wanted a taste you could've just said so!

[She plucks another churro from the bouquet and offers it out to him, guileless. Mostly.]

[The island remains disgusting for another day. He cheerfully takes his churro reward and follows Sayori's lead, sticking the whole flower in his mouth at once and biting it off.]

[He's got a sneaking suspicion what's going to happen next, but that's okay. For now he just makes a satisfied noise and chews. God, he never gets tired of these stupid things.]

[It's not subtle. She has to push herself up on the balls of her feet to reach him, which makes this a more difficult maneuver when she's the one doing it, but she predictably darts in to kiss him after he's bitten off that flower.

She collects the sugar from her lips with her thumb and cleans it off with another laugh.] Now we're even!

[Yep. Confirmed. She's predictable, but it's good predictable. He pretends not to watch her cleaning off her thumb, but not very hard.]

Yeah, we're even. Whaddya think, did I do good?

[Heh. They're both pretty predictable.

She beams indulgently and holds the cluster of churro flowers a little closer with affection.] You did amazing! It's romantic and creative!

. . . Cool.

[What a response. No wonder the ladies love him.]

[His expression softens, and it's for kind of a stupid reason. He likes — he's happy, that he can look at Sayori after the conversation they just had and have everything be fine, like nothing's changed. Because it hasn't.]

Can I sit with you?

[So smooth. A regular casanova.

Sayori unironically thinks it's cute, though, which is worse. The look on his face goes soft and so does she, lifting one foot to scuff her toe bashfully on the floor of the cabana.] Yeah, it's easier to sit and eat.

[And cuddle, maybe? TBD, she may need both arms for these gifts.

She takes his free hand easily and tugs him to the couch.]

[And lo, he is tugged. Still with the flowers carefully tucked close so as not to damage them, he sits, gently bumping her with his shoulder.]

I can hold stuff when you're not using it. [A beat.] Eating it. If you want.

[An advanced technique based on Boyfriend Holding Purse: Boyfriend Holding Two Bouquets.]

[Boyfriend Holding Two Bouquets technique... this is his ninja way........

She giggles as their shoulders bump and doesn't waste any time at all in flopping more heavily against him. She just barely manages not to get sugar all over the place.] Super gentlemanly. But you should keep a hand free.

[Grinning up at him, she holds up another churro flower in offering.] It's nicer to share stuff like this!

[His ninja info card is just a picture of his ass.]

[Even if she'd gotten sugar everywhere, he almost certainly wouldn't have noticed. Or made a joke about how sweet she is. He doesn't get the opportunity (yet), but he is presented with a problem.]

[How to eat this churro.]

[Unfortunately, he chooses to solve this problem by leaning in and biting the flower top off of it. Chomp. Sitting up, he looks tremendously pleased with himself.]

Nffdd id!

[*Nailed it.]

[time to start collecting ninja info cards!!!

Somehow, Sayori isn't expecting this. She goes wide-eyed, blinking in surprise, and then bursts into laughter as he...tries...to speak.]

Do you— [Jesus. She wheezes.] —here, you can have the rest too.

[She holds it up a little higher so he doesn't have to lean in so much, still fighting the dregs of laughter.]

[This is a nightmare.]

[The thing is, Mista's mouth is still really full. He's got chipmunk cheeks. So the smart thing to do would be to chew and swallow like a fucking adult before going for more. So obviously he does not do that.]

[Instead, he chews ferociously and begins the swallowing process, then goes for the rest of the churro. The stem. Chomp.]

[This is a nightmare.]

[This is a fucking nightmare.

What is also a nightmare is that Sayori isn't even disgusted. She just laughs harder. Totally charmed by this awful behavior.

She manages about two words at a time through the giggles.] Should— gosh, should I watch out for teeth?

[You know, like when you give a dog a treat?]

[Hm! A good, important question. Thoughtfully, Mista chews and swallows before answering. He must really have something to say.]

Nah. I can be gentle. Real well-behaved.

[Why.]

[...

Hey?? Hey, why is she going so red at that??? Hello???

After a shocked second, there's another titter.] Ahaha~ I knew you had a gentle side! You're really well-trained, huh?

[Jesus Christ.]

[Oh. Oh, wow, he feels that. She liked that, huh? That’s, uh, something.]

[Hm. The way he looks at her is also Something.]

. . . For you, yeah. If you want me to be, I’ll be a good boy for you.

[WHEN WILL GOD STRIKE ME DOWN]

[jesus FUCKING christ

There's this choked noise that's halfway between a cough and a laugh, like she's just gotten punched and her lungs got tripped up on their own air. The way he's looking at her— she wonders if that's how he looked at her photos too.

She snatches another churro from the bouquet and shoves as much of it into her mouth as possible. More than just the flower. Folded up stalk and all fills her very red cheeks until she definitely can't talk around the amount of food she has in her mouth. Now she has time to think about what to say while her face burns and she assesses the general privacy this cabana offers (not much.)

Nailed it.]

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you are going to laugh at me but i don't regret a thing

PERFECT FLAWLESS 1000/10

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the actual struggle for him not to say hes a good dog here

i was really confused when this wasnt a ryslig AU notif ill tell u that much

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