[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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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?