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White day time

[pendulumentertainment]

[Yuya grumbles as he over looks the rather small sachet within his hands. He didn’t have a job, he had to rely on Crash of all people to help him pay for it even.

But he did it- and it’s pretty if he does say so himself... still he wishes that the chocolate he had tried and failed to make turned out better... buying chocolate almost feels like cheating...

Yuya let’s out a small chuckle before heading out of his room. Though he realizes right after... he has no idea if Yuzu is even in her room.

He hums in thought, he almost wishes he had more energy to just belt out her name like he used to... but he settles on just knocking on her door, unsure if she’s even there.]

Yuzu? A-are you there?

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[ Yuzu in fact is in her room, currently looking at the bright-red sparkly dress she had just recently splurged her funds on. She'd tried it on at the store, and it fit her perfectly... even working well with her being a Harpy. It was tight to her frame, but it was able to flow neatly even past her feathers... and it was sleeveless, just the way she liked it.

Though... she wasn't sure if she was ever going to use it—Oh, Yuya was at the door. ]

Ah, yes...

[ She's up quickly, opening the door to see him there. ]

Hey, Yuya!

[ Her face brightens... just seeing him was enough to make everything so much better, honestly. ]

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[Well now he REALLY feels like he should have gotten her something more. He looks at the tiny little bag in his hands with a pout. And then quickly shoves it into Yuzu's hands.]

H-happy white day- I... I couldn't get anything else...

[If he were still a goblin, those ears of his would be drooping... And those wings would be buzzing. But now, all Yuzu has for an indicator is... Regular Yuya... Which may be harder to read.]

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[ Yuzu blinks a bit in surprise. Oh, right, it was White Day today... wasn't it?

He'd... remembered...

Yuya may not have any physical tells about his mood at the moment... but Yuzu does, in the form of her tail and plumage, which is now rapidly swaying back and forth. Kind of like a dog, funnily... even though she's a bird, her tail is still doing this, and it's fairly noticeable as well.

Yes, she was very happy. ]

Oh, Yuya...

[ She takes the bag gratefully, holding it to her chest. ]

Thank you...

[ She smiles at him, her mood having skyrocketed. ]

[pendulumentertainment]

Y-you're welcome...

[He tries to hide the fact that he's blushing... badly. And then his eyes are drawn to Yuzu's tail feathers swishing back and forth. He blinks and hums.]

Do birds... usually wag their tail?

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E-Eh!? They're what!?

[ Her face flushes as she reaches behind her to try and stop her tail feathers... which fails miserably, they're still visibly swishing. ]

N-No... they aren't supposed to... I don't think...? Ahaha...

[ Oh god, it's swishing faster now... she may as well just have a neon sign flashing above her head telling everyone just how happy she is about this. ]

[pendulumentertainment]

[Must be like his wing thing when he was a goblin...]

I think I get it... [He laughs nervously, because what he's about to say is embarrassing, but-] I-it's kinda cute...

[songstressedout]

C-Cute!?

[ Well, with that her face is as pink as her feathers, and her tail feathers speed up yet again... which might be causing a small updraft to form around her. ]

T-Thank you...

[pendulumentertainment]

[The draft tickles his nose, and he feels the need to sneeze but he holds on to it. A yawn escaping his mouth instead.]

No problem!

[It's said with a smile, but over all it's easy to tell the boy is tired. Which is odd considering he hasn't done much today.]