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...you think it looks good on me?

[She really hopes she isn't blushing. She doesn't like Jean like that, but she has to admit that it's a little nice to get a compliment like that from someone who isn't a complete creep.]

I can help you pull it back, if you want. I'd just show you, but it's sort of hard to do right now... [You know. Considering.]

[And now he's a little pink in the face, realizing what he'd said. It just kinda...slipped out. Here's an awkward little laugh to push past that moment.]

Yeah, I don't have much to work with... [In the hair department.] But you have something I could borrow?

Yeah, I have a brush and a couple of hair ties you can have for the time being. Since you're not used to it, it's probably best if you do keep it tied back.

[You know... just in case.]

Thanks. [Then an awkward pause. He shifts his weight to one foot.] Uh...up in your apartment, right?

Well, yeah. Should we go there, or should I just...?

[She runs a hand through her hair--too short, too short, way too weird--in a way that Jean might notice a slight shine coming off her pinky. She's still wearing the ring her prince gave her. How could she not? Even now, it's her one connection to him...]

I can come in with you...if you don't mind, I mean.

[The glimmer of the ring catches his eye, and his eyebrows twitch downward with a frown, but he'll wait to ask about the offending jewelry until she gives him the okay on joining her.]

Yeah, don't worry--I don't mind. Let's go.

[She's more focused on the subject at hand, so she doesn't notice Jean's distaste in her wearing the ring.]

[He'll follow her back inside, and he can't help but drop a grumbling sigh as they pass through the door.]

Do you really have to keep wearing that ring?

[Wait, what?] Yeah, I do. Do you have a problem with it?

[Oops, that sounded a little defensive.]

[He didn't expect such a sharp reaction, and it shows in his face, lax in surprise for a moment before he pushes on.]

It's just kinda...girly, you know? I look like a priss like that.

What are you talking about? There are boys at my school who wear them too. [Something that still baffles her, and also bothers her slightly. Especially since Mikage has one. The man who manipulated all of those people to duel her, who manipulated Wakaba...] Besides, I wear this because... nevermind. You'll probably think it's a strange story.

Edited 2014-06-15 03:15 (UTC)

[As they climb the stairs, he gives her a sideways look, with one eyebrow raised.]

So what? I've heard plenty of strange stories before. [Like what's happening today, with them swapping bodies like they're jackets or something.]

...a long time ago, I met a prince. [She isn't looking at him, stubbornly looking ahead of her.] I don't remember a lot of that time, but I remember him being so impressive. He told me that if I never lost my nobility, we would meet each other again.

[Then she looks down at the pinky where the ring is.]

He gave me this to remember that day. It's my only evidence that I actually met him, and my only tie to him. It's important to me, so that's why I keep wearing it.

[He grips the banister to turn the corner as the staircase doubles back over itself, turning her explanation over in his head. It's a little creepy to see that tender sort of expression on his own mug, especially when she's talking about some prince.]

Oh... So, what, you're waiting for him to come along and sweep you off your feet? [In a joking tone, but a little thin in its awkwardness, like he's not sure if he should poke fun at her about this or not.]

Eh? No way! ...no, nothing like that. [She rubs the back of her head.] I remember being really impressed by him that day, and I promised to myself-- I promised to myself that instead of a princess waiting to be rescued, I would become a prince too.

[He stops at the top of the stairs, waits for her to take the lead since he doesn't know where he's going.]

That's...pretty admirable of you. [To be the person you want to be instead of the person you are or used to be, it takes guts, and sweat, and your nose pressed to the grindstone because it's easy to slip up.]

[She laughs a little--wow, it is still really weird to hear her voice sound so... well, low.]

You're not making fun of me, are you?

[By now, Utena has probably led them up to the door to her apartment.]

I'm not! I'm saying...you can't just waste your life waiting around. If you think something should be done, just go and do it yourself. [This sort of inspirational garbage feels cumbersome in his mouth - coming from him (even in her voice) it sounds half-formed, unpolished, still rough around the edges.]

[She can tell that, and she opens the door before looking back at him and smiling (it's really weird, smiling at her. Even if it's... not her... ugh, this isn't any less weird than last time!)]

Yeah, that's what I think too. I don't want to stand around, waiting for someone to save me. Instead, I want to be someone who can save others. Someone inspiring...

[A prince.]

[He's...not really sure what else to say. Because this is probably the weirdest heart-to-heart sort of thing he's ever had with anybody. And he can't help but let his memories slide back to that time they kissed, and now he feels even worse about it. So he falls back into the safety of dry, prickly sarcasm.]

Yeah, just don't get your head stuck in the clouds.

[Then he'll follow her inside.]

[She glances back at him, giving him a bit of a look.]

And what is that supposed to mean? [Said before going to locate her hair ties.]

Edited 2014-09-10 04:57 (UTC)

Nothing, nothing at all.

[And he'll just. Hang around in the kitchen, because like hell he's following her into her bedroom or bathroom or wherever she's going. He's already violated her privacy more than he ever wanted to.]

[The massive invasion of privacy is mutual, unfortunately. Ugh...

She goes into her room for a few moments before making her way back to him, holding a brush and a few spare hair ties.]

There.

[He reaches out to take the brush from her, but pauses and ends up drawing his hand back.]

Er-- I, uh, don't...actually know how to do this, you know.

[...oh. Uh. Right...]

I guess I can show you, then... uh, as well as I can, anyway. Considering.

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