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[color=8493ca]“Did Amelia say that to you? Did she say, Mari, go straight to the shop and back? She didn’t say it to me.”[/color] His arms helpless shrugged upwards, eyes vaguely widened, and lips pursed towards one side. It was a practiced innocence.[color=8493ca] “March is a busy bunny; we can’t just inconvenience the chef like that. It’s rude, Mari.”[/color] Matter of factly spoken, as if this entire move was her decision, and she couldn’t go back now. Dark pools swiftly followed her vision to the strawberry crepe, theatrical arms falling to his sides... and then a finger curled around his chin in thought. Whatever he was thinking, it inspired his head to nod.

[color=8493ca]"Good choice… yeah, great choice! Strawberries are cute.”[/color]

Popping the button on his wallet, the exchange was begrudging between a suspicious waffle-chef and a smarmy Daehyun. A crepe, wrapped in doily paper and loaded with strawberries and chantilly crème, was all but thrown at him, plus a cup of… some kind of coffee that contained ice. It broke his heart to betray Minkyu this way, but what coffee was he going to be making without milk?  Not the sort Daehyun wanted to sip. Within moments he had turned to Mari with the item, holding it down towards her. Wide grin permanently etched onto his lips; one eye winked towards her.

[color=8493ca]“Hold this, but don’t take a bite yet.”[/color]

Not until he fumbled around and replaced his wallet with his phone, leaning in to sidle his head—and beverage next to Mari. It was curiously absent of any waffle-shop. [color=8493ca]“You on any social sites, Mari? They’re a big hit—and good for checking out new places. Big smiles now. Let’s look cute for Amelia!” [/color]Reflecting back with… pink filters, and sparkles and erm, whiskers. He moved the phone upwards, decided Mari’s shortness would benefit. They called it cute factor, he decided.

[color=8493ca]“Don’t be shy now, one picture and we can go get milk, yeah? Get this up before lunch time and we should be -very- busy.”
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Mr Popular over here. A single pause was all he spared the poor lass, as if he'd suddenly been hit by a hammer.

[color=8493ca]"You're alright getting your picture taken, right? It's only going up on my page."[/color]

He missed out the number of 'friends' on purpose.