[Hymn #64] [Movement] ~Half Step~

[nightcrossed]

This is pathetic...

[Tear stood, the back of her palm hovering about an inch in front of Luke's door, prepared to knock, but not quite bringing herself to do so.

She had not been having a particularly lovely week. No matter how much she told herself this was all some kind of a trick the island was playing on everyone, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Things would have gone much more smoothly if the memory hadn't been so... happy. Tear wasn't here because of all that, or at least that was what she choose to believe. She felt a little bad for him; he was still her friend after all, and he'd stuck with her since the very beginning - for almost a year now. Valentine's Day didn't have to be over-the-top, did it? Either way, she didn't particularly see anything wrong with gratitude.]

((Anyone who wants to embarrass/interrogate her is free to do so.))

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[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

[Well, Luke was just about to walk out of his room. So he opens the door and sees Tear standing there.]

...Huh?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[She will lower her hand now and proceed as if her standing there is the most natural thing in the world and not at all awkward - even though, for her at least, it is.]

Oh. Good timing. I was looking for you.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

You were, huh? Do you need me for something?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

Not especially...

[Long pause. She decides it'd be best to keep it simple.]

I don't know very much about Valentine's Day, but from what I understand it's fairly commonplace for a person to do something for a friend.

It just so happens that you're the first person I met here, therefore...

[She slips a small box of candies out of her pocket and holds it out to Luke.]

Please accept this.

[And Tear would be averting her gaze about... now. You know, to make sure no one's watching.]

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

[Luke accepts the box and opens it.]

You...you went and got candy for me?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

That's not quite what happened.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

Then what did happen?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Have direct eye contact.]

I borrowed Olette's kitchen and made them myself.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

Y-y-you did that...for me?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Luke's disbelief is only making her more flustered - not so good for either of them.]

I-idiot...

Were you listening to what I said a moment ago? I thought I explained myself quite clearly.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

...Why wouldn't I have heard you? It's just... This is just different.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Face. Palm. Together now.]

Perhaps I wanted to do it.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

I... Crap, I just stuck my foot in my mouth again, didn't I?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[She's a little surprised he recognized this fact on his own.]

I've grown used to it.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

...That doesn't make me feel better.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[At least she was trying.]

...I suppose I could have worded that a little more delicately.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Anyway...thanks. You went through all this effort for me. I...I appreciate it.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Luke. Said thanks? Luke. Said thanks. Please excuse her for staring; Tear knows it's rude, but.]

...Um. You're welcome.