[ he rubs his chin thoughtfully as she presents to him the obnoxiously gaudy jewelry he did, in fact, 100% get her (and has since 100% forgotten about), before he tilts his head at her with a faux amount of innocuous puzzlement. ]
It's a necklace. [ he helpfully points out. ] Do you... not know what that is?
[ if marcille weren't angry, she would have been completely flustered by their sudden proximity. at the moment, she doesn't care at all. she glares directly into his blindfold as if his eyes were there. ]
You're the one who keeps leaving useless things at my door! You spend all your kryptos and then go mooch off Megumi because he'll cook for you!
[ she drops that expensive ass necklace and grabs the front of his shirt with both hands now. her whole body feels hot. with anger! yeah! ]
Megumi brings me food whether I ask him to or not. [ he can't help it if his students like to fuss over him. ] Besides, even if he didn't, I eat at the cafeteria like everyone else. [ so, food isn't really an issue. is it? ]
Y'know, [ his smile only widens as she abandons the necklace to get a better grip on him, very graciously leaning down to make it more convenient for her. ] typically people just say 'thanks' when they receive a gift. [ a beat. ] But I guess that's why I like to buy things for you.
[ he lifts a hand just to tap her lightly on her nose. ]
[ marcille scowls harder. she would knock away his hand if she wasn't gripping onto the loose turtleneck collar of his stupid shirt. ]
You always have the right answer to everything, don't you?
[ marcille you like being a smarty pants too. but this isn't about her. it's about gojo, who's so arrogant and too insanely tall, who won't leave her be and treats her like a toy, who has the gall to tap her nose and grin at her and have pretty blue eyes and a handsome, angular face that he absolutely doesn't deserve.
she thinks about this irritating man more than she'll ever admit to; and just when she thinks she's moved on, another box shows up on her doorstep with that familiar handwriting, making her spiral all over again.
her heart hammers. her body temperature skyrockets, even in her cheeks. she twists her hands into his shirt and the tips of their noses nearly brush. she can't stand him. she can't stop thinking about him either. ]
You... You...!
[ she yanks him down and surges her head forward. her lips catch painfully against his, aching against her teeth, and she has to stay on her toes to keep their mouths together. heat floods down her body. she's only distantly aware of her sunhat falling somewhere behind her. ]
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It's a necklace. [ he helpfully points out. ] Do you... not know what that is?
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[ if she can, she grabs the front of his shirt and SHAKES THE NECKLACE IN FRONT OF HIS FACE ]
I'm not wearing this! Return it right now! Return it with all the rest of those stupid things you keep giving me!
[ people around them shuffling away like wow a couple arguing in public. embarrassing ]
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wouldn't it be funny if she shakes it so hard it flings off into the distance?
he wonders if he should orchestrno, bad intrusive thoughts. ]If you don't like 'em, then just toss 'em away. [ HUGE SHRUG. ] Why're you comin' to me 'bout it? [ sounds kinda like a you problem ykyk? ]
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You're the one who keeps leaving useless things at my door! You spend all your kryptos and then go mooch off Megumi because he'll cook for you!
[ she drops that expensive ass necklace and grabs the front of his shirt with both hands now. her whole body feels hot. with anger! yeah! ]
And then you won't learn anything! Why me?!
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Y'know, [ his smile only widens as she abandons the necklace to get a better grip on him, very graciously leaning down to make it more convenient for her. ] typically people just say 'thanks' when they receive a gift. [ a beat. ] But I guess that's why I like to buy things for you.
[ he lifts a hand just to tap her lightly on her nose. ]
Your reactions are always so fun~
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You always have the right answer to everything, don't you?
[ marcille you like being a smarty pants too. but this isn't about her. it's about gojo, who's so arrogant and too insanely tall, who won't leave her be and treats her like a toy, who has the gall to tap her nose and grin at her and have pretty blue eyes and a handsome, angular face that he absolutely doesn't deserve.
she thinks about this irritating man more than she'll ever admit to; and just when she thinks she's moved on, another box shows up on her doorstep with that familiar handwriting, making her spiral all over again.
her heart hammers. her body temperature skyrockets, even in her cheeks. she twists her hands into his shirt and the tips of their noses nearly brush. she can't stand him. she can't stop thinking about him either. ]
You... You...!
[ she yanks him down and surges her head forward. her lips catch painfully against his, aching against her teeth, and she has to stay on her toes to keep their mouths together. heat floods down her body. she's only distantly aware of her sunhat falling somewhere behind her. ]