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Ah, at least Harumi hadn't made things too weird. Totsuka was all too happy to jump back into their previous status quo--which consisted of him poking fun at her again. Shiori would've been relieved if it hadn't been at her expense. She raised a hand to her face like she was brushing her bangs in a feeble attempt to hide her face, feeling her cheeks burning already. As much as she wanted to blame him, however, it was her own fault for letting her guard down. Or rather, she was so concerned with Harumi that she definitely forgot how much of a goddamn tease Totsuka was.

[color=pink]"Thanks..."[/color] She managed to mumble out a word, wishing it wasn't suddenly so warm in this stupid cafe.

Wait a second, she had nothing to be embarrassed about! It wasn't [i]that[/i] weird to dress up on the weekends! She [i]was[/i] a girl, after all, and eventually, she'd enter the workforce and probably have to wear a nurse's uniform. What she needed to do was go on the offense since he attacked relentlessly, always catching her off guard. Harumi had the right of it; if she wanted him to let up, she needed to attack, too.

Shiori straightened up, hoping most of her blush was gone as she placed both her hands on the table and stared directly at the pompous asshat. She was determined to give him a taste of his own medicine, even if it came after a small gulp. [color=pink]"I also--I meant it, too. Before, I mean,"[/color] Her bravado hadn't quite reached her words, though as shaky as she was, she stayed the course. [color=pink]"I think the uniform's stuffy, so this is...it's good. Should probably do your hair like that more often. 'Cause I...like it."[/color]

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