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In The Arabian Nights.
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A sharp exhale escaped him, a sound caught between a scoff and a genuine laugh. He didn't move to follow her immediately, instead remaining leaned against the shelf with his arms crossed, watching her retreat. The way she navigated the aisles with such effortless enthusiasm... +
The pretense of offense is amusing, almost refreshing, it is a game they both know the rules to, and for once, the stakes seem negligible.
"A miscreant? Hardly. I simply find your definition of 'friendly' to be remarkably flexible."
" On the contrary!. My dear Jamil, do you take me for a miscreant?. "
He huffs, adjusting his glasses
" Anyway, i am most pleased to see you. Are you preocuppied per chance? "
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A slow breath leaves his chest as he slides the record back into the crate with deliberate care, letting the cardboard edge settle flush against the rest. He takes his time, unhurried, before leaning back against the wooden shelf and crossing his arms over his chest.
He paused, thumb resting on the spine of a record he'd been half-pulling from the stack.
"Concertos, occasionally. Symphonies less so. I prefer solo compositions. Piano, oud, sitar. Anything where you can hear the player thinking."
His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile.
"Lamb rogan josh. Slow-cooked. If I told you every spice I used, you'd critique the ratios before you even tasted it."
He lowered the flame another notch.
"So no. You wait."
And, naturally, of all the things Jamil had said, Vil had somehow managed to interpret his words in the most inconvenient way possible. Vil let out a soft laugh, rinsing the spoon beneath the running water.
โ Pomefiore standards? How ambitious of you. โ
He glanced over hisโ
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The corner of his mouth twitched. Theatrical suffering from someone who ran a contract empire out of a lounge. Convincing to no one.
"Paired together, hm?"
He crossed his arms loosely.
"And you just happened to find me the moment it was posted."
A beat passed. He let it sit.
" Oh nonsense!. May i not greet a fellow classmate anymore ? "
He exhales dramaticially so, as though Jamil offended him deeply with his words.
" Speaking of. I recall professor Crewel to assign us together for potionology, i am much looking forward to our collaboration ~"
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His eyes dropped to the paper before she'd even finished speaking. Eighty-seven. Not bad. Better than her last attempt by a decent margin.
He handed it back without changing expression.
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โโ . . โ ๐old you i'd get a better grade this time . โ proud and smug, did she feel, handing that last graded report to @Mesmerwise, arms folding whilst chest puffed out, and chin lifted higher .
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A quiet exhale left his nose, and his shoulders stayed loose under the heavy arm instead of pulling away. The faint grin remained on his face.
"I never said that was everything. Lead the way to the stalls. You are paying for whatever looks good before we get in line to ride."
" Sure got you smilin' a lot, hm?~. Is that all you want birthday snake?. We didn't even get you anything yummy yet to celebrate before hitting the park further. "
A hand slipped around his shoulders with a casual playfulness entirely Floyd. A lazy grint evident on his lips.
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He glances sidelong at her, and an easy, quiet calm replaces his usual guarded focus.
"Instrumentals, mostly. Heavy percussion, old breakbeats, anything with a clean rhythm."
Something warm and unfamiliar bloomed beneath his ribs at the sound of those words mumbled against his skin. His arm tightened around her waist, forehead dropping to rest against the curve of her neck, breath skimming her collar.
Watching her unravel over such a simple gesture only confirms what he already knew about the pressure she carries. He doesn't say a word as he gently disengages his hand from hers, but the absence of his touch is brief.
His chest rose and fell beneath her head in a steady, calming rhythm, his arms maintaining their comfortable grip around her waist.
"They are."
The heat of her cheek lingered against his palm as his hand slipped down to rest near her shoulder. He kept his gaze fixed on her face, noting the slight flush of her skin and the quiet way she leaned into his side despite the open space of the park around them.
A quiet hum of amusement resonated in his chest. He accepted the gift wrap, his gaze lingering on the small package for a moment before he tucked it away with a precise, efficient movement.
The laughter and noise of the party eventually bleed into the background, thinning out as the night stretches on. One by one, the guests drift away.
A small smile pulls at the corner of Jamil's mouth as he accepts the box.
"Thank you, Vil senpai. You didn't have to go to the trouble."
He opens the box and examines the bottle, noting the elegance of the scent.
"I appreciate that you noticed. I prefer not to be overbearing."
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A small, genuine smile tugs at the corner of his lips, though he doesn't let it widen. He keeps his arms locked around her waist, pulling her slightly closer to steady her weight against him.
"I suppose I should have expected you to find a way to surprise me."
A small, genuine smile touched his lips, softening the usual sharp lines of his face. He didn't pull away from her touch, instead leaning into the warmth of her side.
"Thank you, Azul."
She wrapped her arms around @Mesmerwiseโs arm and squeezed it gently. She looked up at him.
โHappy birthday, Jamil-san.โ
A blink of surprise flickered across his charcoal eyes as the keychain vanished from his grip. He didn't move to snatch it back, instead letting his hand hover in the empty air for a heartbeat.
"You're bold today."