[Whatever he sensed, she would trust it. However, she also trusts herself, and she figured that with her own actions, they will do as well as they could. In any case, she made sure that his caution was noted and filed in her mind.
...Even as she had to play the part of the perfect wife for Mamoru Hijikata. In a way, it came easy to her, as to be a quiet, calm delicate flower was something she strived to be...normally. So she wasn't the usual flamboyant rich guests, but quiet and distinguished. Yet not so much that they would draw too much focus, enough to be forgotten. Before Mamoru ended up popping a vein and dying from being so tense.
At least he played the part of an aloof famous man behind his shades well? Other socialites seem to be attempting to make conversation, but never pursuing it. And in her case, she speaks of how wonderful he is, but is a little bit shy. So after that joke, she laughs a little, saying that she adores him just the way he is, possessive and all.]
Here, I know you weren't waiting for me, but for this. [She holds up a plate filled with delectable sweet treats. But with all the eyes suddenly on them, she tip toes up on her high heels, and is expecting him to come down to meet her. In fact, she may have whispered a very quite please lean down, just so she can kiss his cheek.]
[He clears his throat as inaudibly as he can at her claim, face turning with the excuse of setting down the glass at a passing waiter with a tray.
It's a good thing he doesn't blush easily, so he can school whatever awkward expression on his face into something more neutral. He leans down, however, and it's very, very difficult to not be completely aware of the rush underneath his skin originating from her lips on his cheek.
He almost drops the fucking plate. He's sure he hears an "aww" in the distance.
Fuck this shit, he's out.] Thanks. [At least his voice sounds stable. He makes a motion with his head to invite her to walk over to another side. Enjoy a leisurely stroll, he may look like it, but really, he just wants to stay out of people's sights enough to be forgettable.
As they walk, Mamoru finally looks down at the plate she brought. He snorts. The canapes on the plate were a "healthy" mix of Vietnam's favorites and his. ] Here, you take this one.
[Was that too much? She had to make it believable, after all, there could be questions about how Mamoru even managed to attract her in the first place. She decided the best way to answer those questions was to hide her mouth behind her hand, and glance away shyly. Which, were it her normally, would probably involve breaking something just because she's so hot and cold.
Still, kissing him on the cheek was something that while she thought would be professional, she found herself lingering for a moment until someone had to say something like "aww". Now she's just embarrassed?
She quickly clears her throat and takes advantage of his invitation, following him closely. Oh! She still is in character, however! AHHHH.
So she takes his hand as well, following him and thank her blessings that they're finally have space, and she's starving.]
O-oh! [Now that they're free, guess who is back to her own regular self.] I had a little bit to eat, so you should eat first... [But she's eying it.]
You always break off on what you're saying when someone with a plate of food passes by. [Mamoru comments off-handedly. Anything to brush off the awkwardness, the heat that he senses coming from her - probably from being bothered to go to these lengths to keep their cover going.
It's an easy enough trait to notice because Mamoru is also very much the same. Takes one to know one, kind of.
With dexterous thumb and forefinger, he picks the canape up, waiting for her to pick it up.] You're starvin'. Go ahead.
... [She doesn't deny nor confirm, but her silence is telling. He's right, since she enjoys food so much that it could be considered a vice. Not so much as her temper when she loses patience, but still.
And at least it's a distraction to how she performed earlier, leading her to wonder how she could pull it off for a longer period of time. After all, Mamoru is someone dear to her, not just as a colleague. She appreciates him as he is.
Such as right now, where he insists she continue.]
Very well...thank you. [Even though she was the one who brought the food? She takes a piece and puts it into her mouth delicately. Before sighing in relief. Finally.]
[He barely notices the slight - is it fond? is it amusement? is it teasing? maybe all of the above? - smile on his own lips when she gingerly picks the hors d'oeuvre and eats it with a sigh. The food is good, granted, but only a starving foodie would be able to acknowledge that kind of appreciative bliss.]
That little thing can't be satisfying, though. Eat up, I ain't much for etiquette and you know it.
[She looks better, feels better, and overall, she appreciates it because Mamoru, of whom knows her well enough, has given her the space for her to just be herself. Being an introvert, it's hard enough to maintain appearances evenw hen she's being honest and well fed.]
Another? But I got the food for you too.
[She says this, but she's also picked up yet another little tiny thing to put into her mouth.]
Don't worry. [He picks up one and eats it - it wouldn't be anything to note except he goes for seconds straight away.
Mamoru picks up on the third, but before eating, leans in just enough to look intimate. In reality, he just wants to lower his voice and make sure no one overhears.] I'm suspicious. Get all the energy you can now, so we can scout around the building. This is going just a bit too well.
[Whether or not they recognise it, all that matters is it's edible, and leans towards delicious. Besides, it's probably expensive.
She takes another to eat, and leans in closer, to mimic his play, this time she offers the piece to feed him.]
You are, but...in the end who isn't. Those here, most of them probably have a story. [She looks around as someone stares in their direction, so she pretends to clean his mouth buy running her thumb across his lips.]
[He does lean in when she feeds the piece to him, though not without a questioning blink at her. A don't you think that's too much?. Being used to giving a wide berth, undercover or not, Mamoru is all about setting boundaries. Not getting close and not letting people get close.] That's fai-
[It's instinct that makes him grab her hand when she reaches to rub at his lips, a little too forceful to be caring - almost frightened, violent. He realizes the mistake he's done upon the gaze on them; the person watching them and their intent pulling at the back of his head at a point where it's just needing confirmation to engage.
He sighs, a little resolutely, and presses his lips on her knuckles, running the thumb visibly so that everyone can see. Mutters against them so that any lip reader has trouble to decipher it.] There's three - one on the move, getting a vantage point on us, the other two looking. I'm sure you spotted the one closest to us, she's wearing a concealed weapon strapped to her thigh.
[Of course it's too much, but she's not going to stop. When she's all in, she's all in, and that includes feeding him and being the perfect wife. Besides, this closes their distance, so that they can speak in a way only they can hear.
What she didn't expect was that he wasn't ready for all manners of touch, even if the affection itself was, at the time, manufactured. They should know this, and yet his hand around her wrist hurts even her. Her eyes widen instinctively, and she tries to relax in his grip to make it not obvious that he shocked her.]
O-oh, I'm sorry. [Her voice is a little louder than his, as if to disguise.] Did I hurt you? [She tries to be softer, like as she tries to be. An ideal gentle noblewoman. But the colour on her cheeks is genuine, from the surprise of his lips on her knuckles. Well, he's a little bit dashing right then and there, isn't he?
Now, she needs to focus. Her sense of touch has always been keen, that she knew what he saying. Three, and they know they're there. Her eyes start to sweep around, spotting the woman close by.
She pulls him closer, lips pressed to his cheek now, but just so she can whisper:]
We cannot make a scene just yet. Where do you suggest? A busy spot so they cannot move, or to make them follow us and take them out?
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...Even as she had to play the part of the perfect wife for Mamoru Hijikata. In a way, it came easy to her, as to be a quiet, calm delicate flower was something she strived to be...normally. So she wasn't the usual flamboyant rich guests, but quiet and distinguished. Yet not so much that they would draw too much focus, enough to be forgotten. Before Mamoru ended up popping a vein and dying from being so tense.
At least he played the part of an aloof famous man behind his shades well? Other socialites seem to be attempting to make conversation, but never pursuing it. And in her case, she speaks of how wonderful he is, but is a little bit shy. So after that joke, she laughs a little, saying that she adores him just the way he is, possessive and all.]
Here, I know you weren't waiting for me, but for this. [She holds up a plate filled with delectable sweet treats. But with all the eyes suddenly on them, she tip toes up on her high heels, and is expecting him to come down to meet her. In fact, she may have whispered a very quite please lean down, just so she can kiss his cheek.]
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It's a good thing he doesn't blush easily, so he can school whatever awkward expression on his face into something more neutral. He leans down, however, and it's very, very difficult to not be completely aware of the rush underneath his skin originating from her lips on his cheek.
He almost drops the fucking plate. He's sure he hears an "aww" in the distance.
Fuck this shit, he's out.] Thanks. [At least his voice sounds stable. He makes a motion with his head to invite her to walk over to another side. Enjoy a leisurely stroll, he may look like it, but really, he just wants to stay out of people's sights enough to be forgettable.
As they walk, Mamoru finally looks down at the plate she brought. He snorts. The canapes on the plate were a "healthy" mix of Vietnam's favorites and his. ] Here, you take this one.
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Still, kissing him on the cheek was something that while she thought would be professional, she found herself lingering for a moment until someone had to say something like "aww". Now she's just embarrassed?
She quickly clears her throat and takes advantage of his invitation, following him closely. Oh! She still is in character, however! AHHHH.
So she takes his hand as well, following him and thank her blessings that they're finally have space, and she's starving.]
O-oh! [Now that they're free, guess who is back to her own regular self.] I had a little bit to eat, so you should eat first... [But she's eying it.]
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It's an easy enough trait to notice because Mamoru is also very much the same. Takes one to know one, kind of.
With dexterous thumb and forefinger, he picks the canape up, waiting for her to pick it up.] You're starvin'. Go ahead.
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And at least it's a distraction to how she performed earlier, leading her to wonder how she could pull it off for a longer period of time. After all, Mamoru is someone dear to her, not just as a colleague. She appreciates him as he is.
Such as right now, where he insists she continue.]
Very well...thank you. [Even though she was the one who brought the food? She takes a piece and puts it into her mouth delicately. Before sighing in relief. Finally.]
Alright, I do officially feel better.
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That little thing can't be satisfying, though. Eat up, I ain't much for etiquette and you know it.
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Another? But I got the food for you too.
[She says this, but she's also picked up yet another little tiny thing to put into her mouth.]
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Mamoru picks up on the third, but before eating, leans in just enough to look intimate. In reality, he just wants to lower his voice and make sure no one overhears.] I'm suspicious. Get all the energy you can now, so we can scout around the building. This is going just a bit too well.
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She takes another to eat, and leans in closer, to mimic his play, this time she offers the piece to feed him.]
You are, but...in the end who isn't. Those here, most of them probably have a story. [She looks around as someone stares in their direction, so she pretends to clean his mouth buy running her thumb across his lips.]
What have you noticed so far?
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[It's instinct that makes him grab her hand when she reaches to rub at his lips, a little too forceful to be caring - almost frightened, violent. He realizes the mistake he's done upon the gaze on them; the person watching them and their intent pulling at the back of his head at a point where it's just needing confirmation to engage.
He sighs, a little resolutely, and presses his lips on her knuckles, running the thumb visibly so that everyone can see. Mutters against them so that any lip reader has trouble to decipher it.] There's three - one on the move, getting a vantage point on us, the other two looking. I'm sure you spotted the one closest to us, she's wearing a concealed weapon strapped to her thigh.
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What she didn't expect was that he wasn't ready for all manners of touch, even if the affection itself was, at the time, manufactured. They should know this, and yet his hand around her wrist hurts even her. Her eyes widen instinctively, and she tries to relax in his grip to make it not obvious that he shocked her.]
O-oh, I'm sorry. [Her voice is a little louder than his, as if to disguise.] Did I hurt you? [She tries to be softer, like as she tries to be. An ideal gentle noblewoman. But the colour on her cheeks is genuine, from the surprise of his lips on her knuckles. Well, he's a little bit dashing right then and there, isn't he?
Now, she needs to focus. Her sense of touch has always been keen, that she knew what he saying. Three, and they know they're there. Her eyes start to sweep around, spotting the woman close by.
She pulls him closer, lips pressed to his cheek now, but just so she can whisper:]
We cannot make a scene just yet. Where do you suggest? A busy spot so they cannot move, or to make them follow us and take them out?