#Meanwhile the writers in the background platonically kissing furiously as it happens

[wifeysaremylifey]

Red was riding an unusually lengthy high. Not only did the details of the date seem to be materializing through conversation, but Robin seemed intent on pampering her with attention when others were mostly content to just have her along for their own ride. It wasn't something that the maker minded, but how she was regarded at present felt like a warm and gentle metaphorical embrance. And for as long as the mental image lasted, thinking about the end of that warmth was almost terrifying.

"I'm not picky with flavours, but the sweeter the better! Ahh, but chocolate chip cookie dough is hard to beat! And what do you like, Robin!?"

For in her enthusiasm, the need to know more about the songstress rose, and she was having trouble containing her imagination to more realistically, rather than hopelessly romantic, scenarios that might ensue. After all, so far, things have been going splendidly. Unbeknownst to herself, Red had already nurtured so much more hope. And feeding that hope was Robin's compliment, which, however glaring, delighted Red to the point that she couldn't respond directly, instead giggling to herself and ineffectively trying to hide the reddening of her cheeks with one hand.

The other hand, however, still had hung next to Robin. She had previously kept it close in the hopes that it would be taken as they approached a greater concentration of people. Tortuous seconds passed without contact, until Robin seized it, even acknowledging it verbally.

"OK~!"

Hold tight, she said.

Under the pretense of settling her hand comfortably on Robin's own light grip, Red indulged herself. Her hand gently slid along the palm, thumb caressing the back, seemingly searching for a good place to stop at — only for her hand to twist and fingers to spread, only enough for Red to try interlocking hers with Robin's. What was supposed to be an innocuous act had such an intimate connotation in Red's own mind, and she wouldn't have acted upon if it the brief seconds of waiting didn't make her yearn for the touch.

It definitely didn't help with her reddening face, but she at least had a path forward through the conversation.

"I know over forty candidates, and they're all lovely in their own right! I even travelled with plenty of them in the past! But y'know," she'd add, with a playful smile, "you're the first out of all of them to help organize a date so early on! You're already one incredible wifey~!"

Speaking as such seemed like a comfort zone for her. She seamlessly transitioned into an audible hum as she considered the names of the drinks.

"Hmmm. Pika White sounds like a name that'd have a catch behind it, I dunno why. Let me try the SoulGlad, thank you very much! And if you're paying for this treat, then next one's on me, OK!?"

Seeing RED's apparent interest in a date made all the swirling thoughts that had clouded her initial judgements come to a pause, a fluttering in her heart which seemed to relentlessly spread a sense of warmth and reassurance, bringing home that point that there was nothing to be so stressed about. Being an individual so unused to that affectionate proposition, whether it be from her or another, she opted to pull the romanticised connotation to the back of her mind. Sweating the small stuff was said to pointless in the long run, but those who speak so confidently have the skill to undermine such a minor stepping stone, don't they? What does one do when they are new to this with not a single clue on how to navigate their way around such a show-stopping beauty?

Aeons, she really was in trouble!

"I'm happy to hear it," a slight jolt could be heard in her voice, as if how relieved and positively delighted she felt truly needed to shine through in that moment. Contrary to the bustling excitement that seemed to bubble from within, eager to take the otherworldly woman on that date in the instance she showed the slightest enthusiasm, the acknowledgement that everything that resided within this planet was a mere dream, a falsehood that had been glamorized by the many that found a solace here. It was not something Robin wanted their date to be subjected to. Rather, opting to soak in the reality of that newly discovered relationship, a bond that was seemingly blooming nicely under Harmony's gaze. "Do you have any preferences regarding flavour?" Even for a few more moments, she wanted to stay within the wishful conversation they were having.

In the midst of the words exchanged, those bejewelled eyes kept a firm, yet momentary focus on the small crowd surrounding the stand. With a slight estimation, she guessed that they would reach it before the queue became too big. Hearing the other pipe up about the history of 'Emporer' made her head turn, taking this time to truly fixate on the words sincerely. It had been a long time since a person had made the singer's heart race in such an unexpected way, and the delicate intimacy of the moment, no matter how 'chaotic' or 'disorganised' it may appear to be, it was, in fact, the most harmonious experience in her given lifetime.

"He is certainly the cutest dragon I have ever seen. Very fitting, considering you are the owner." A gentle nod of acknowledgement to draw that point forward, before not so subtly taking RED's hand into her own, her grasp only light, a means to keep the other by her side without the threat of losing her in the crowd.

...Since when did she accept lying to herself like this? Surely, it was a valid excuse, right?

"Hold tight, since it gets quite busy out here." The streets of the Golden Hour, a place where there were no accepted negative binds, no reason for a depressive state to plague the euphoria that had roped in many victims, was so full, remaining the same as always. Robin was not one to dismiss the happiness of others, especially with all the work that had been put into the world before her, but that surreal existence would never be enough fulfilment for her, and her heart wanted to argue that point for all. Drowning those feelings, her eyes fell on the sweetheart next to her, all those worries dissipating with ease.

Having that assurance that she was unmarried left her joyous for completely selfish reasons, ones that involved her intrigue in the other, an interest that left her greedy for more, formed in the shape of dancing butterflies, teasing her skin by spreading that unfamiliar tingle. It was new, but not unwelcomed as she allowed the carefree words to sink in. "How many candidates have you come across so far on your journey?" A playful question with a brow raised as the two finally reach the stall, with only a few people in front of them. It granted at least another moment's worth of memories shared between the two.

"Would you like to try the Pika White Grape Soda or the Classic SoulGlad? The latter is actually quite popular with the people who come here, even developing the name "beverage of dreams". It's on me, so even if you wanted to try both, you may."