love letters + shipping texts

[enya]

love letters + shipping texts meme

comment with your character. other people will reply to you. your characters (in a relationship, in love, in some sort of attraction that gravitates around the other, in idk 'love' is a many-splendored thing) are communicating via: passionate confessions written on parchment, furtive notes scrawled in code, passive-aggressive post-it notes, messages carved in trees, smoke signals, instant messages on space age computers, text messages complete with lovey-dovey pictures, whatever! have fun!

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[lovesque]

Definitely! You're the best.

[ she was about to resume their earlier cuddling position, when he's suddenly praising her; face turning a bright red as she shoves him gently. ]

H–Hey! That's a direct attack!

[skulleon]

[ he rolls with it, quite literally, teetering sideways with a laugh. ]

Man, you were wide open for that one!

[lovesque]

[ she doesn't tackle him but she definitely puts her weight on him as he rocks to one side, childishly pouting through flustered expression. ]

You just caught me off guard!

[skulleon]

For real? What were you expectin'?

[ when a girl invites a boy over to her house, alone, pretenses of pizza aside... ]

[lovesque]

Well, I mean...

[ she glances to one side, avoiding eye contact and acutely aware of how close they were and how empty the house was besides them. ] I don't know? I've never invited a boy over before...

[ gaze sweeps back to ryuji, her head tilting to one side. ] Were you expecting something?

[skulleon]

[ well... ]

'c-course not...! [ better not let that hormonal teenaged side of him show...he thinks he's done pretty well so far! ] Just wanted to see you...

[ which is true enough. ]

[lovesque]

[ she simultaneously does and doesn't believe him. chin resting itself on his arm, before she comes to the conclusion that this position probably isn't doing him any favors in terms of comfort. slowly, she pulls herself off of him and sits up. ]

I'm glad, actually... 'Cause, I wanted to see you too.

[ the pizza box is flipped open and she hides the shyness from her confession by digging in. ]

[skulleon]

[ close one. not that ryuji was twisting his words any, but it's a small relief to be taken seriously instead of getting second-guessed. relationships are built on trust, or so they say. ]

Yeah? Eheh...

[ there isn't much to say to that as he scratches the side of his nose, just a hair embarrassed. he'll sit back so ann can have her share first, given how he's a last-minute guest to the party and all. ]

[lovesque]

[ food is one of ann's greatest loves, and while she would much rather be eating the cake ryuji brought for her; dinner does come before dessert. tucking her legs beneath her, she places the plate of pizza on her lap and begins to eat – only mildly conscious of the fact that she should try to not be messy while he's present. after a moment, ann glances his way; giving him a single nudge. ]

You eat too!

[skulleon]

I'm gonna! I don't wanna lose a finger or nothin'...

[ except ann's nowhere near that bad, even on her worst days. still, the coast's clear enough for ryuji to finally help himself, too.

best night ever? still the best night ever, so far. ]

[lovesque]

You make one more comment about my eating habits and I'm gonna totally slug you.

[ she huffs, but keeps eating – not remotely deterred by what he may or may not think of her. when she finishes (in record time) the plate is set aside, hands wiping themselves on a napkin. ]

Mmm... I forgot what we were talking about before the pizza came? I guess it wasn't important. [ she turns this way and that before producing the remote, finally able to press play without any further interruptions. ]

[skulleon]

I'm good, I'm good! Save the Takamaki Fists of Fury for another day...

[ ryuji, after all, isn't that much better when he can finish each piece in three to four bites, barely chewing. like a wild animal... ]

Mm? Oh, yeah, I don't really remember either...

[ he kind of assumed this was all. just a long-winded in for being invited over. if ann was that lonely, she could've said so from the start, but far be it from ryuji to get too judgemental. he's learned the hard way it doesn't end very well. ]

[lovesque]

Mhm, like I said, not important.

[ as soon as he's done eating ann wastes little time in cuddling up to him again. maybe she *was* lonely. living in a house by herself most of the time had a tendency to do that – even moreso now that shiho had transferred schools; ann definitely wasn't seeing her friend as much as she used to.

the movie was extremely over the top and action packed, but the plot to it was very... ]

– Wait, so why are they racing this time?

[skulleon]

Psh, who watches this for the plot!

[ not ryuji, who stopped paying attention to it a while ago; his focus, for the most part, is centered on ann. every so often something new or flashy will draw him in for a few minutes, but on the whole... ]

Check that one out! Oh, man, if I had wheels like that...

[ a fat load of good it would do here in the middle of the city, but a boy can dream. ]

[lovesque]

You'd what? You can't even drive?

[ she's teasing, head tucked comfortably under his arm and finger idly tracing patterns against his chest. ]

Do you think a car is cooler or a motorcycle?

[skulleon]

What, like you can?

[ he'll take more lessons! eventually! his time's just...being eaten up at the moment... ]

Man, that's a tough one... [ ann isn't helping much. look at the race, ryuji, don't look down. ] I did always want a bike...

[ and it'd be smaller...but is it really an image he'd be able to pull off? ]

[lovesque]

No! But I'm also not the one pining for a car... Maybe Morgana will let you practice with the Monabus?

[ that was unlikely, though maybe if she asked he'd let ryuji drive. unaware of his inner conflicts, ann continues with the tracing; stopping every so often when she was suddenly invested in the action on screen, only to resume when it passed. ]

A bike would be pretty cool, I think.

[skulleon]

[ this is. maybe a little maddening? why watch movies when you can throw your girlfriend down on the couch and⁠—okay, no, brain. ryuji's not a pig!

he's not...really... ]

O-oh yeah? [ if ann thinks so... ] Guess that settles it, then...

[lovesque]

[ again, the hand stops moving; head tilting back so blue eyes could meet his. ]

Eh? Don't do it because of what I think. If you were going to get something, I'd rather you choose what you want.

[ to accent her point, she pokes his nose. boop. ]

Dummy.

[skulleon]

[ he's expecting something⁠—hey! not like that! ]

Agh⁠— [ ryuji goes cross-eyed, shrinking back. ] Okay, but like... [ how can he use his words in the best way... ] They're supposed to get you chicks... [ bear with him, ann. ] But if I already got you, then...?

[ both are good? is more or less what he's trying to get across. and if ann thinks one is cooler than the other, well, that just makes his mind up for him. ]

[lovesque]

[ she listens in silence, totally bearing with him! with the hint of a smile touching the corners of her mouth. when he falls silent, her head tilts and she nods; patting his chest before snuggling into him again. ]

Okay, bike it is.

[ aaand the hand is moving, rubbing this time, instead of tracing. ]

[skulleon]

Hell yeah! I'm gonna rock that leather and everything!

[ nothing he isn't already used to. speaking of being used... ]

Er... [ ryuji looks down at ann. back to the movie. then back to ann. ] You, uh, comfy?

[ she looks awful cozy, curled up to him like this. ]

[lovesque]

Hm?

[ for the millionth time, her hand stops moving and she's looking up to him again. ]

Yeah? Are you not comfy? Should I move?

[ even before he says anything, she's already making a point to pull away – ready to sit on the opposite side of the couch. ]

[skulleon]

No way!

[ if anything, it makes ryuji react on impulse, yanking her closer. he doesn't realize his own strength until after the fact, looking away. too pushy, he's being too pushy, huh... ]

Er, not that you gotta...it's not like that...

[ the last thing he wants to is control anyone. he's flushing, heat spreading all the day down. ]

Y'just seemed real...touchy-feely and stuff... [ which is good! ] Nothin' wrong with that...

[lovesque]

[ with a small yelp of surprise, she's falling back into him; flustered now that he's pulled them even closer than they were previously. she shifts, though doesn't pull away – letting her weight settle against him. ]

Touchy-feely? [ she echoes the phrase, brow perking. ] Well, believe it or not, I like you so like... It kinda goes without saying that I'd like touching you too.

[ he's really cute, blushing like this. ]

Is that okay? [ he said it was but, she has to be sure. ]