DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR || p; Shishio

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    ▼ OPENING MY BOOK OF FACTS ▼

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]Quite a long time ago, they had admitted that they were both a morning person, a bookworm and a flavor addict, and recalling that soft, warm memory of their first sincere conversation an instant, slowly stretching smile lingered over her maw as she awaited his arrival under a large tree, supposedly being an oak. She had invited him, the person who had almost never left the corner of her mind daytime, nighttime, on any occasion; besides that, they saw each other almost anywhere which made the blonde believe that the clan's borders were not large enough to avoid his charming glances and the smirk that sent a wave of heat to her cheekbones or her entire face in general when she could not hold onto the cool image of her own any longer.


    Speaking of the cool image which acted like a fictional shield both physically — no one dared to touch the frost, picturesque beauty since she possessed a disturbing calmness and coolness — and mentally as after days of contemplating, she had admitted herself that the shield was a defense mechanism as she was afraid of getting hurt by anyone. It was not directly associated with love, considering she hadn't dated anyone yet as she had always been the awkward lover who concealed her feelings for a fair amount of time. It could be within her friendship cycle; the last thing she would want or cause would be to break that perfect circle, perfect bonds and that all her friends would be gone to separate ways. Maybe the spotless serval's fear had become a phobia, a factor that prevented her from getting attached easily, but the thing was she liked spending her time with Shishio. In fact, she could spare all her time for the male, exchanging words as they munched on their favorite snacks and drinks, and for once, standing patiently under that tree with a box in front of her petite figure, she let go of her solid principles of acting cool all the time. Well, was it not what put the distance between them as if they were platonic lovers? Eh, Shiraishi could be a platonic fan. After all, Shishio did attract females like a magnet. Perhaps, better than a magnet.


    This morning stroll was not supposed to be a date, after all. They were just going to spend their morning together, quite logically since she would show him the places she visited for books, manga and such. Then, was she exaggerating the situation by preparing a lunchbox for the both? Shuffling her paws, she felt her cheeks flush in pink; she had baked coffee flavored and mint flavored cupcakes, just in case they could get hungry during the walk. Was not she the one who wanted to show her care while Shishio appeared whenever she needed him the most? Repeating the fact that she ought to stop overthinking scenarios, she simply focused on the morning breeze, realizing she was better as in health now. Shishio would be the first one that would witness the off guarded femme, actually enjoying the day for the first.


    //ugh finally and yup i have finished reading the manga
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    [size=7pt][color=#F8D498]Shishio wasn't quite sure as to whether he attracted females like a magnet, or not. He was actually somewhat oblivious to the effect he had on other people. Oddly enough, the male was intelligent when it came to technicalities, or academics, but.. When it came to girls, as smooth as he could be, he always found a way to fuck up love. This time, he wasn't going to ruin things. Maybe that had been why he had been biding his time, with Shiraishi. He [I]knew what he felt for her, but.. He refrained. Shishio wasn't going to end up hurting her; not like how he had hurt Tia. The physical pain of being stabbed wasn't much, when taking Tia's blend of anger, jealousy, and heartbreak, that had torn the fae apart for that brief moment.


    He'd approach Shiraishi, a calm smile playing his maw. "Good morning." Somehow, it hadn't been too difficult to pick himself up in the morning. He woke up early by default, but this morning.. This morning, he hadn't just gotten up for the sake of getting up, because it was routine, ideal, or that a morning stroll held some beauty to it. He had gotten up for the sake of something else, someone else. It was odd to feel that way, again.


    "Hm?" The male found him blinking, curiosity finding the box she had, and he subtly questioned it. Had she.. Prepared something for the morning? Ah, that seemed just like her, actually. To be well prepared. A calm, cool and composed female, that was whom had captivated the male. And he had joined Boneclan, telling himself not to fall for someone all over again. Yet, Shiraishi had found it so easy to captivate him. Despite having many friends, he didn't quite see them, like he saw the femme before her.


    / OH MY GOSH YOU FINISHED IT
    AA

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    ▼ OPENING MY BOOK OF FACTS ▼

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]The lean figure of serval shifted her weight to one side to other, for the first time impatiently till she was brought back from her mind palace by the coffee scent that she could distinguish anywhere in world, later by the familiar, soothing voice. It was indeed a good morning, considering both the fact that they would not be surrounded by people but only the two of them the entire daytime and that the sun shone brighter than usual, warming her bones and granting them a smooth day to stroll. Yes, there would be the only two, not three or more; there would not be friends to tag along or converse with; just herself and Shishio. Was it not apparently a date? No, it is when two people like each other and decides to go out together. We are just going out. Wait, that does not sound right at all. We are... Only spending time together? The confusion, the thought and the realization that truthfully her heart raced and hoped for this event to be a date; Shiraishi just could not admit that to herself. That way, she knew her muscles in her body would be all tensed if she labelled the event as a date. "Good morning Shishio-kun," A pure, angelic smile graced her features and perhaps the difference was apparent; it was not collected under her calmness but instead happiness was written in her eyes. She truly felt secure and comforted near his presence. The pink shade never left her cheekbones as she replied so.


    Then, following his glance, she realized it was the box she had prepared for their travel and that she needed to explain. "It will take long, the stroll to the spots," Thoughtfully, she nodded curtly as if she had approved of her own decision. "I made cupcakes so we can eat." Yeah, a lunchbox, basically. The reason it was quite fancy and decorated was that; eh, she had made an effort. "Shall we? First one is an old collector of books, a vixen, I find the old man's collection amusing." She stood on all fours, awaiting a response from the male, and hoping she was not being boring at all. "I hope you did get your sleep Shishio-kun." Her eyes melted into the strong eye smile; Gods knew how excited she was.


    //alright so apparently shiraishi calls him as shishio-kun only when they are alone bc she feels comfortable
    and close
    i am just
    SHISHI DAMMIT
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    [size=8][color=#F8D498]Shishio-kun? The male blinked, and felt his chest tighten, as his gaze settled upon the subtle rosette of her cheeks. He had found himself liking her for her personality, and her quirks, alongside their similarities and differences, but god.. Nobody could deny her beauty, either. The smile she laced her maw with, and the slight ignition of colour to her cheeks, as she spoke to him with such charm. It wasn't a date. It wasn't a date. So, Shishio would have to hold himself back a tad. No doing anything stupid, due to the heat of the moment. He had a bad habit of doing things like that, and reprimanding himself afterwards, if Tia didn't already do it for him.


    It would take long.. Well, he wouldn't mind that, actually. The longer time ran, the better, really. The more time alone that they'd have. It gave Shishio more time to dwell in her company, and find the sudden warmth of his heart and the captivation of his curiosity comfortable. She had even made cupcakes, for the trip, and he could catch onto their soft and pleasant aroma from his distance. "You came well prepared, didn't you?" He'd respond, honestly impressed by the amount of effort she had put into it, to the point where he felt bad for coming empty-handed. Ah, well, he would think of something for the next time they met. In fact, his mind had already wandered towards a tangent of what kind of flowers she would like, or something of the like.


    "Sounds good to me." He'd respond, a smile forming his maw. "Lead the way." The male was quite excited about this, even if his composure seemed quite calm. He was usually quite interested in books, seeking out new things to read and pass his time with, but the fact that this would be him plunging into where [I]Shiraishi would find her books, the thought allowed for a slight vermillion to rest upon the male's cheeks.


    / THAT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOD
    i think he'll just
    blush every single time she calls him by that like honestly
    AND IKR
    DANGIGIGMKMTM

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]"I did not want us to starve," It was the closed version to state her care for him, specifically him, and her best chance to keep her cool even though she had promised herself to act genuinely without bothering to guard herself with icy walls. It would also be stunning and quite too sudden to voice that she had actually made those remembering that he had announced his taste in dessert, back when Ferrin had been baking cakes for the clan. Instead, she simply swept the small jest under the carpet, and with a curt dip of her head with a mischievous smile plastered on her muzzle, Shiraishi took steps subsequently, making sure he was following as her heart kept pounding against her ribcage, making her suspect if it was visible from outside. Yes, it might not be a date, but certainly the fact that they were left to the arms of each other only did make her muscles to tense as the shade of rosette never left her cheeks.


    The servaline, quite inevitably, happened to walk close to his figure since she had no shame in invading people's fictional circle, but considering it had already happened countless times, it was not a rare sight. Her steps followed the other till they reached the first stop; the old fox who saw Shiraishi like a granddaughter and who had the eyesight problem along with the difficulty to remember. Presumably, that must have been why the old man had troubles about selling the same books over and over at occasions; he must have forgotten what he had snitched earlier. "Good morning," the femme would bow a little out of respect to this elder citizen and she would poke Shishio to show the same affection; old people tended to adore younger ones with manners, especially this one.


    "Urara Shiraishi! What can I do for you today? I have fresh prints, and I know you will be interested." The old male would nod hastily upon taking out books. As he turned around to grab another, he would utter an embarrassing statement which in fact, made the date — oh, the day more awkward. The fox would stare at Shishio for a good while, observing him before speaking. "I haven't seen him before, he must be quite special since you brought him here with you, eh? Heh, he is attractive, isn't he? I am glad my Shiraishi found a guy. What's your name boy?" After the moments that felt like forever passed, she was nailed to her place quite because of the fact that she did not know what to say. Yes, the old man, due to being left alone, had seen his constant customer like a dear family member, but it was needless to remark such a thing since when she had a crush on him. A deep, deep feeling that was fed by his quirks, his bits of personality and his smile little by little.


    Sparing a glance on Shishio, she sighed.


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    [size=8][color=#F8D498]Throughout the entire journey, he had managed to keep his cool. The fact that she always happened to stand so close hadn't become particularly evident to him until now. The faint kiss of sun against her face, that he could see so clearly from by her side, while there was nobody else around to distract him. He wouldn't become flustered, however he could simply not rid of the smile that perked his maw, every time he saw her in this morning light. It didn't feel like it had been long until they reached the fox's place, and found himself being prodded in the side by Shiraishi. He paused for a moment, before understanding, and proceeding to give a brief bow. "Good morning, sir." It seemed.. Oddly unlike him, to greet someone so formally. But, for some strange reason, he had felt the need to. It was an urgency, like one would have when introducing themselves to their fiancée's parents, a dad, in particular. Of course, they weren't going [I]that far, but it was a common occurrence in males, even if this.. This wasn't a date. It was just two friends, going out on a-


    As the old man focused his gaze on him again, after speaking about him being attractive, and Shiraishi finding.. Finding a guy, he found his heart trip on him, and his thoughts seemed to unravel and sprawl across his mind, until all he could sense was the slight quickening of his heart. "Shishio, it's a pleasure to meet you." The lion would give a respectful nod. "Ah, it's not like that. Shiraishi is still.." He found his gaze slipping towards the femme, having about to say that she was 'single', but.. A part of him wanted to deny saying that. Deny the fact. Actually, things would have been so much easier for them, had she actually had a love interest, and had he known that he didn't quite have a chance. But, whoever she had a crush in, happened to be a mystery to him, leaving him with a thin thread of hope. "We're just friends." He'd offer a smile, though, a part of him.. A part of him was telling himself to speak the truth, to just.. Say it. But not now, not just yet.

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    scorch - 16 moons - boneclan

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    touch the sky

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    [color=transparent][c] fifth - #fifthfancy #youjustgotscorched