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[dnangelic]

' shut up !! who's getting nervous , you hypocrite --- ?! '

this half-tone halfwit , this full-time idiot --- !

' i never said i was nervous , so i'm not ! i wasn't !! '

sure , there was this weird squiggling feeling inside of his chest , and all of him felt just one faint electric current away from having every single hair on his body standing straight up on end , but that didn't mean that he , ( the great , almighty him --- ?! ) was nervous ! maybe his --- or rather daisuke's face was just like this ! fast to flush and slow to cool , much like a hidden self's temper .

just as soon as sakura crashes back into her seat to stammer and ramble , he swiftly swipes her phone with nothing more than a grumbling give me that --- !

nothing more than a split second passes when he turns it around and points to a station on the opened map app , his glare and beet-red fluster half-hidden by the block of the screen .

' go here , okay ?! --- and don't even bother packing , you don't need to ! '

if she wanted to bring all sorts of crap anyways , ( not that he could really imagine her towing along all that much in the first place ... ) then that would have been her decision . all he knew was that he's never packed for any of his own little slumber parties over at her apartment , planned or otherwise . shouldn't it have been enough for sakura to likewise bring nothing beyond her own self to the mansion ?

there was more too , like the way that azumano could have been just as readily reached by bus instead of train , but the latter was faster and far more comfortable despite its somewhat higher pricing , and he wouldn't hear her fuss over menial things like costs and money on the way . what emergency funds that remained in daisuke's pockets remained untouched and more than enough to cover transport , waiting for opportunities like this there they might finally feel the trade of themselves into somebody else's hands .

' ... tell whoever you have to , but don't keep me waiting . ' the words , even while seeming demanding , remain twinged with a faint grumble of a whine and plea . ( because she wouldn't have , right ? for all his apparent carelessness , for all their fast pacing , she wouldn't chicken out and abandon him halfway , would she ? )

without waiting for any more reaction , his hands press and lift him abruptly out of his own seating . he's hasty in his leave , and he doesn't look backwards as he exits to make his own way towards the station . ( what was this supposed to be , anyways ? hope ? ) getting all embarrassed over something like this , like someone like sakura , was just ---

geeze .

‘Why wouldn’t I?’

Haruka’s got a few ideas, but for once in’er life, she shuts right up about’em; mostly because Dai’s laughin’ and she’s never not shuttin’ up to hear that, but also because anything she could think or say just... It won’t come like it normally does. Even more with his continuation, the add-on that comes after, those horrible bad ugly thoughts that normally come alongside this sorta thing don’t come up in her head. All that’s left in their place is a heated fluster and a jut-out lip.

“‘Like that’ to ya now, huh...” She’s repeatin’ (almost dreamily) for the sake of it, just to hear it again, without having to ask him to do it. Not even knowing if she can (Would he run off if I did? Would he take it back?) and not having the confidence to try and push her luck. But it’s fine, ‘cause she’ll take what she can get—she’ll take miles off this inch and be grateful for it all the while.

When she raises her eyes again, though (she’s not even too sure when they fell, though maybe it was when she was askin’ about Azumano a second ago), and sees that he’s got his own blush on his face, hers just about quadruples and sees’er scrambling. Something, anything--whatever it is, she just needs to do it!!!

“Y-Y-You—You bastard, don’tcha just go sayin’ shit like that!” He’s crazy, completely and utterly! Who says this kinda shit so casually!?!?! “Even if, if it’s—” if it’s true, if it’s true, but how can she know??? “You can’t—augh, you can’t get all...nervous, or whatever, too!!!”

Because that’s gotta be the reason for him, right? Though, even if it ain’t, it’s no big deal, because Haruka’s always giving her own fwump! back into’er own seat and crossing her arms over her chest again, small grumbles escaping her. Sometimes, just like Dark, she never knows what Dai’s really thinkin’ (a little weird for a guy with his heart perpetually on’is sleeve, but hey, everyone has their moments!), but this time really takes the cake! The whole thing makes her a little itchy, so unused to somethin’ like that said so...easily. Like everything he said was just supposed to be fact.

(The fact that it’s said like that at all makes her so, so happy, though—genuine joy makes her cheeks get warmer, makes her chest constrict and tighten in a way that’s both painful and nice. She knows—she knows—that everyone in Furin is happy to know her, but Dai is just...so different. He’s not Furin and he’s not Makochi, either, he’s from beyond the barrier of both. And yet, just like them, he...)

As he repeats after her, too, though, she breaks from her surprise, an eyebrow rising as she looks at him—in disbelief, in complete and utter shock.

“T—Today?? Now??? Isn’t that...!?” Ain’t that kinda soon??!!

(Is he still actin’ or somethin’!?)

“I—I mean, there’s the break, so yeah I have some time off, an’—and I did wanna spend it with ya,” whoops, what a hell of a way to admit that; at least she’s only half payin’ attention to herself, “but I didn’t... I’ve never even been to someone else’s house?? I don’t even have anything packed?!”

Not to mention the patrols!! Almost meek, she glances over at her phone, sitting in an idle corner of the table and glinting, unyielding, in the afternoon light. Struck by this whole development, she can’t hardly remember who’s taking what patrol on which day, but maybe if she says somethin’ now, before everyone files out to do as they’ve been assigned.

...for all that she’s never been to someone else’s place, the fact that Daisuke is the first one she may get to go to is so...weird. And she’s already talkin’ about packing, like it’s a whole done-deal...!

I have, she thinks; blindly, through the haze of it all, to make a decision.

“I’d...have to tell someone first, too...!

“But, I—I really do...”

...wanna go. I wanna go with’im, wanna see what someone else’s life looks like.

(Was this sorta thing... always so normal for others to do? Is this what normally happens...!?)