[All night, no, but-- he's Ranpo. He can see the effort she put in for these, as well as things she herself may not realize he can see. The paw print alone was enough of a tell for him, but he'll open it up just to confirm anyway.]
Gee, all these just for me? You didn't have to go to all that trouble-- but I'm certainly glad you did! I love chocolate!
[Kitty shaped chocolate, huh. He holds up a piece and pops it in his mouth, expression brightening at the flavor. But there's a certain gleam in his eye as he looks back at her.]
Ahh, but it's just as I thought... Setsura-san thinks I'd look good with cat ears too, huh?
[ It wouldn't be a stretch to say she'd been holding her breath, wondering if he'd try the chocolate despite that wondering something like "will Ranpo try the sweet thing I've gotten for him" seemed silly to her. When he tries and that expression of his brightens, a warmth spreads into her own that she's absolutely prepared to dismiss if it's brought up. That gleam in his eye, though -- she recognizes that, too, but she's a little late in preventing him from making the pitch outright, and what a pitch it is.
Ranpo-san with -- ]
What a strange thing to say!
[ What a strange thing she doesn't have to try to imagine because the image is already there behind her eyelids and she is trying to think about anything else because that image makes her uncomfortable in a few very different ways. She's barely managing to keep the color from both draining from her face and rushing to her cheeks.
This was a mistake. ]
But I'm glad you liked it. I'd hate to keep you too long, though. You've probably got a busy day ahead of you, hm?
[Oh, what a knowing question this is. Why should she expect him to be busy on Valentine's Day, in a world where it isn't celebrated?]
[Of course, it's as knowing as it is unknowing -- because while he already has a good idea that she must already know him, he doesn't actually know her, nor anything about this other version of himself. Other than the cat thing, at least. Seems some thing are just consistent for some reason, given how his body tends to react to Kizuna.]
I'd expect you're a popular person even in some version of Japan where Valentine's Day isn't celebrated.
[ And that isn't a lie as she's not partial to lying in the first place. Still, she's reminded that this is a complicated situation.
If Ranpo had remembered Prismatica, she would have heard from him near immediately, especially with her own memories having returned. She has no doubt about that, but he doesn't remember and he's still Ranpo and that means he'll figure things out without the sort of reasonable accommodation a normal civilian lacking his intelligence would.
She really should have left his chocolates at his door, but she's a selfish being. This Ranpo who seemed so sure of certain aspects of his fortune when they'd met in this world, the Ranpo she can only surmise is still in Prismatica... the burden of memory rests on her, doesn't it? Even though she'd liked him before time had... what, caught up with her? She'd regained it? She isn't the sort to toss the word "fair" around, but it isn't fair to him, is it?
Even though she'd meant it. Ah, but those pajamas, though -- ]
[ That's her immediate answer, and she turns it expertly as she follows his steps to close the door behind him. That smile of hers is sure to fall as soon as it's closed. ]
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Gee, all these just for me? You didn't have to go to all that trouble-- but I'm certainly glad you did! I love chocolate!
[Kitty shaped chocolate, huh. He holds up a piece and pops it in his mouth, expression brightening at the flavor. But there's a certain gleam in his eye as he looks back at her.]
Ahh, but it's just as I thought... Setsura-san thinks I'd look good with cat ears too, huh?
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Ranpo-san with -- ]
What a strange thing to say!
[ What a strange thing she doesn't have to try to imagine because the image is already there behind her eyelids and she is trying to think about anything else because that image makes her uncomfortable in a few very different ways. She's barely managing to keep the color from both draining from her face and rushing to her cheeks.
This was a mistake. ]
But I'm glad you liked it. I'd hate to keep you too long, though. You've probably got a busy day ahead of you, hm?
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[Oh, what a knowing question this is. Why should she expect him to be busy on Valentine's Day, in a world where it isn't celebrated?]
[Of course, it's as knowing as it is unknowing -- because while he already has a good idea that she must already know him, he doesn't actually know her, nor anything about this other version of himself. Other than the cat thing, at least. Seems some thing are just consistent for some reason, given how his body tends to react to Kizuna.]
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[ And that isn't a lie as she's not partial to lying in the first place. Still, she's reminded that this is a complicated situation.
If Ranpo had remembered Prismatica, she would have heard from him near immediately, especially with her own memories having returned. She has no doubt about that, but he doesn't remember and he's still Ranpo and that means he'll figure things out without the sort of reasonable accommodation a normal civilian lacking his intelligence would.
She really should have left his chocolates at his door, but she's a selfish being. This Ranpo who seemed so sure of certain aspects of his fortune when they'd met in this world, the Ranpo she can only surmise is still in Prismatica... the burden of memory rests on her, doesn't it? Even though she'd liked him before time had... what, caught up with her? She'd regained it? She isn't the sort to toss the word "fair" around, but it isn't fair to him, is it?
Even though she'd meant it. Ah, but those pajamas, though -- ]
Or were you planning a lazy day in?
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[He turns, then. Popping another chocolate in his mouth as he raises a hand to wave back at her.]
If you want to talk to me about it, consider my schedule wide open.
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[ That's her immediate answer, and she turns it expertly as she follows his steps to close the door behind him. That smile of hers is sure to fall as soon as it's closed. ]