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(GS3) Home Field: Kizoku Town Penthouse

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Hope:
At first it was easy to follow, but then the coffee talk started to turn into a seminar, like something employees would be told at the first day of work. She understood the first few words, standards of measurement, something that was a given. Next up she tried to listen for what they were. Somehow she ended up thinking about vegetables. Tomatoes were red and it was kind interesting how they were made into ketchup. Wait, is tomato even a vegetable? Broccoli looks like a small tree, and celery tastes terrible and is gross.

In the end she just decided that Haruka-kun may as well just show her how. How he was standing behind her made her wish that she was wearing something that he could enjoy some more. Plus, she probably smelled like the amusement park. Gross like celery, she decide to change her clothes before continuing on.

"So... you don't want me to wear these all night right?" She put her hand on his chest, slowly moving it around, "Do you want to remove these yourself or do you want me to change into something nice?.. I have a swimsuit, a maid outfit, and a lot of other costumes. Or just make it easy with a simple dress?" A grin formed across he face.

Jello:
Haruka opened his mouth, blood rushing all over. He wasn't sure whether or not to take her up on that offer about removing clothes-

S C U M.

Haruka mentally knocked himself on the head for that one. He honestly felt a bit crappy about that, considering he really wanted to actually go ahead with that. But then he instantly felt guilty about even considering that because he sort of wanted to share that kind of experience with Yukino. Then again Haruka should probably just stop thinking about all of this completely before his mind blanks out again.

"A-A dress is fine, Hana, really. But I wouldn't mind the maid costume on a different occasion.."

A filthy, rotten...honest human being, Haruka is. He cupped Hana's face in his hand, pulling her in for a long kiss, covering her hand that was tracing his chest with his own hand. He was a small guy comparably to the rest of his friends like Seifer, Tsubasa or Satoshi. But he was still somewhat taller than Hana and built up a decent amount.

Superiority complex? Just a little bit.

"I'll see you when you get back, yeah?" Haruka smiled, somewhat turning his attention to the ingredients on the table. He had to figure out what she had and didn't have fast before going into actual detail work. Despite Haruka's messed up desires, he was actually sort of excited to test his barista workmanship too. Even if Hana found it kind of boring, he was excited to get to work.

Hope:
The way that he reacted was golden. She should've taken a picture. The kiss was largely unexpected, leaving her blushing and looking around the house. It felt as good as always, she wanted more. The night was still young, and they plus, a frappe! Frappes are worth getting excited over as well. Eventually her eyes were set on the stairs since she had to change after all. "I-I... Yeah, okay! A dress is fine"

Well first off, a quick bath.

She picked a black and white dress to compliment Haruka-kun's colors. It had white laces around the chest area which she tied up. Laces were kind of her favorite thing. Anything that was a ribbon and looked near gothic lolita style, Isabella actually found really cool looking. The dress she chose was actually pretty old, from almost a year ago. It still fit her, though not in the way it was originally supposed to. She had to loosen the laces that she had tied from the last time that she wore it and since she had grown taller, the ends of the dress were now a good amount of inches above knee length.

"Well... at least I hope Haruka-kun likes it." She combed her hair and put on a white rose clip to complete the whole look.

Heading down the stairs, she noticed Haruka-kun looking at the ingredients, ready to make the coffee. She laughed at him, "Haha.. what a nerd! Anyways, here I am! What do you think? We can make that coffee now?"

Jello:
Stunned. Haruka was actually so bewitched by the beauty Hana had right now. The dress seemed uncannily coordinated with Haruka's outfit for the evening, despite it being what he wears all the time anyways. She was very cute, for sure.

"You look.. great, Hana. Really, beautiful." Haruka smiled, nodding.

"Oh right, the coffee. Sorry, you took a bit longer than I thought so I made my own Royal Brew, like normal. It's on the counter over there, I haven't drank it yet though." Turning his attention back to the stuff at hand, he was deciding if he wanted to do extra chocolate this time for the mocha frappe, or if he just wanted to do a richer brew than normal. Maybe a higher quantity of condensed milk?

He was having a pretty intense mental debate on how he wanted to make it.

"Hana, how do you like your coffee by the way? I'm not sure how you wanted to make it this time. It's not work standard stuff so..." He placed his hands on the counter, somewhat leaning on it, getting a bit lost in thought.

While this whole coffee bit was on his mind, something else was taking control of his thoughts. His phone hadn't buzzed even once since he sent that text to Yukino... She must have honestly believed his dumb excuse, but she didn't even respond? I mean, technically Haruka didn't deserve a response. But he still felt kind of crappy about it.

Hope:
"I'm not really that picky actually." She continued walk down the stairs and stoppe when she was beside him, "more like I'm actually not that well educated when it comes to coffee stuff. I just throw in creamer... do things butler-san and other people have suggested and yup."

It was also due to her espeially terrible memory when it came to titles and names. She would have to actually come up with a nickname for coffee in order to remember all this. It was also the fact that all coffee tasted the same to her, and if it didnt, add sugar or creamer.  "Just as long as it's sweet, I'm usually content."

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