(no subject)

[sexuallyconfuses]

[ Monday afternoon. they've had enough time to recover from their latest training session -- Haruka's back is just a little sore -- and she supposes she did promise, or at least, allude to being willing to consider it.

so here she is in Michiru's apartment again, still unchanged from her school uniform, bag slung over her shoulder, about to have her portrait painted. she didn't really feel any particular need to do herself up for the occasion, and maybe she should have, but hey-- if Michiru expected that much of her, she should've gone ahead and said it.

Haruka glances around. not uncertain, of course, just unfamiliar with the workings of this whole thing. ]

So, how are we going to do this?

Comments

[elegy]

[ And all of Michiru's excitement at that reveal is masked into a tiny, tiny quirk of her lip. ]

I'll write the address down for you.

[sexuallyconfuses]

Go ahead.

[elegy]

[ Michiru deftly packs up the rest of the dinner, writes the address down for Haruka, tucks it into the package. ]

I'll show you the finished painting when you pick me up tomorrow evening?

[ You are the one with the car, after all, Haruka. ]

[sexuallyconfuses]

[ she's hardly going to object. it's more than fair. ] Sounds good to me.

[elegy]

[ And Michiru will just walk her to the door eeee look it's almost a date, how cute. ]

[sexuallyconfuses]

Thanks for today. [ she raises a hand in a half-wave. ] See you.

[ and she's off. ]