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[It was about 3am when Nike woke up from her sleep after having taken a shower, changed the bedsheets, and had a snack. She couldn't shake away the thoughts of the previous few hours she had experienced with Cloud. Her heart continue to race the more she remembered. Their promise to meet again to talk left her feeling even more restless.
Not in a bad way neither. It was in the more anxious way in wanting to desperately see him again. To talk with him, hang out with him, and simply being by his side kind of way. A feeling she's grown accustomed to in the last few months or so. She had gotten interested in getting to know him better after having a lot of fun talking and playing games with him. The last few hours, after having phone sex with him, she began to realize a lot about her feelings towards him.
That's the reason behind her next brilliant plan: sneak into his house and surprise him with a good breakfast to help him start the day with. She had it all planned out too -- by making him a traditional breakfast. It wouldn't be the first time they had eaten together neither. Sometimes she would find him at the library's monthly cooking class lessons which include eating their creations together. They've even traded their dishes too.
Too bad the plan didn't come as easily as she hoped for because after having successfully opening a random window Nike had grown a little tired. She had done some grocery shopping for ingredients beforehand which wasted a lot of her energy after having trouble deciding between salt or green onions, or even regular bacon vs turkey bacon vs sausages. The war on waffles vs pancakes was as fierce. But in the end of the day, or the beginning of one, she decided to keep it traditional and simple. Too bad she was too exhausted to do much more than put most of the ingredients away that needed to be in the cold while everything else was left in the bags. While Nike was sleeping soundly at the couch in his living room, after deciding to rest her eyes and then create his breakfast before he wakes up, but....her new sleep spot was too comfortable and warm to lay on. That's where she'll remain.
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He looked so very red. Maybe even rivalling her own face which was both comforting, but made her feel even warmer as she tried to picture the reason his cheeks were red. He could be embarrassed at the idea, itself, finding her so very lame, or maybe the idea of them kissing was embarrassing to him, or maybe expecting a kiss while wearing it made him uneasy, or...or...
She could go on, but his response to her request will catch her attention.
"I don't...have one."
Nike will lower her head as she says in a low tone.]
...y-yeah...I kinda...noticed...
[A beat as her voice begins to rise.]
...do you think...can we...get one, maybe?
[An inquisitive gaze will turn to the swordsman in front of her, not taking her sights off him, almost matching the intensity of the way he stared at her before. She was so very interested to learn of his response over it. Over if maybe it wasn't crossing any lines to want that. To want to kiss and cook with him like this.]