Ebisu's Inbox

[chibisu]

[For anyone who is familiar with Ebisu in person, they might be expecting the sound of a cute child on the answering machine.]

[They do not get a cute child's voice.]

[Instead, it's the voice of a young man, speaking calmly and professionally.]

Hello. You have reached the personal phone and temple of Ebisu, one of the Gods of Fortune. He and his shinki are currently busy right now, so please leave a message and someone will respond back to you as soon as possible.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

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[chibisu]

[Patiently, Kimi keeps his hold on her, reading her hands as she tells him her worries. There are a lot of people who are quite fond of her already in the temple, as relatively short a time she's been among them, and he knows that she's seen of as reliable and strong. But this sort of thing... It doesn't seem too surprising.]

[Strength is good for a lot of things, but it's a weight of its own when left in the hands of people who don't have confidence or knowledge of other things in life.]

[A soft smile flickers across his face at her last words, and he turns his head just enough to look at her.]

If you know what the mistakes are, then you know what to look at for, right? If you want to kiss me, then you can kiss me... but you can wait, too, until it's not so frightening. You don't have to rush.

I'm right here.

[unlucky7]

[He's better than I deserve, Ginia thinks, but isn't that undercutting Kimi's judgement? He could have asked anyone out on White Day or at any other time. It didn't have to be her, but it was. Trust in his judgment, trust in him.

Because he's the one right here.

Ginia lifts her head from his shoulder and smiles at him. Oh, Kimi. They're not very far apart, it'd take no effort to kiss him. And she wants to. She wants to feel his lips, against hers, see what would happen next. Maybe she'll push him against the counter, or the wall, or the floor likes he wants. He could do the same to her. Forget food, forget video games, they could pass the time with each other, remind each other they're still living in the afterlife after another brush with death.

That's why it'd be a mistake.

Just once she'd like a kiss tied to happier memories. Just once, she'd like to look back at things and remember the moment as itself and not the circumstances around it. Is it silly? Maybe, but it's how she feels.

Ginia pulls away, hands lingering a little as they slide off his body. Sorry, Kimi, getting pinned against a wall will have to wait. But she feels better, some of the dread of the day burned off. Sentiment takes its place, eyes shyly averting and cheeks red.]

Thank you, Kimi. You're a good boyfriend. ["I hope I can be a good girlfriend for you."] I'll let you finish cooking, it'd be a shame to let the food go to waste.

[chibisu]

[It is not entirely a surprise when those hands move themselves from around him, and he looks back with a smile that she might not see with her avoidance to eye contact right now. At least his hands are easier.]

So many compliment, and you haven't even taken a bite. The good news is that it's mostly done now.

[Just a little bit of arrangement, and ta da! Scooping his hand beneath one bowl, he offers it to her.]

Take a seat and I'll get the game stared up. The graphics are pretty good, although I haven't gotten to explore everything yet.

[unlucky7]

[It's not as if she hasn't had his cooking before. Ginia takes the bowl and carries it to the couch. The pillows are comfortable; she nests into them with one at her back and one on her lap. As she waits for Kimi to set up the game and join her to eat, she takes pictures of the food. The plating is nice and it's a nice memory for an otherwise stressful day.

...It wouldn't be hard sending the rumor mill turning. The night shift needs entertainment too. Ginia whistles to get Kimi's attention, taking a picture when he turns her way.

It's also the first opportunity she has to look at his shirt. Her brow furrows as she puzzles over it, face crinkling and huffing in amusement when it clicks.]

Nice shirt.