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There was something entirely eerie about the summer time at night, the vibrant hustle and bustle of the day vanishing without a trace. Your mind becomes so preoccupied with that perceived norm it anxiously waits for something to pop out and return that same sense of energy. And admits this still silence was only her, Ryuzaki and the shy little butterflies that fluttered with anticipation in her stomach.

[break][break]"I like to train, uh....I also like to clean and sharpen my weapons."

[break][break]The anxiety would soon dissipate, that buzzing tension she tried so hard to suppress easing out into light laughter. What was she expecting? From the way he acted and talk it was pretty obvious that he was a die hard for his line of work, whatever it was and this only made that even more clear. Once he laughter rolled to it's end she couldn't exactly pin point how she was feeling, was she relieved? Maybe shameful she didn't anticipated this. Perhaps pity for the man in front of her.

[break][break]"Here.

[break][break]His voice pulling her out of the chaos of her thoughts only to catch him pulling off his sweater.

[break][break]"What..?"

[break][break]She was at first frozen in a moment of awe, the thunderous roars of her heart overshadowing any reasonable thought, and just as he had awkwardly handed it out to her, Juliet took it with the same energy. However once it was in her hands, she seemed to handle it with a gentle care, as if she was dealing with petals than clothing.

[break][break]It was warm. A warmth that she so desperately tried to chase, one that she resorted to stealing, tricking and even deluding herself to get over and over again. Her hands would grip slightly tighter as her bottom lip would push up into the other and with a sharp inhale, Juliet would switch to a large smile. She had to close her eyes in the process, wanting to half any process of her tearing up in front of him. After all, crying women just get used.

[break][break]"Aww! Thank you so much, but.."

[break][break]She at first forced a lout and uplifting sound to her voice, the waver miniscule but soon would level out to something more normal as her emotions calmed. Once they were, she'd open her eyes to gaze at him thoughtfully, her emotions eventually tipping towards the side of concern as she'd come to terms to his form. Especially all his scars.

[break][break]"..I.. uh wasn't actually cold~ Won't you be cold now? You wanna play switchies?"

[break][break]She couldn't help but awkwardly laugh after she mentioned she wasn't cold, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of her head, but still she'd continue without missing a beat. While she spoke she'd carefully balance his sweater in her hands, so that she could shimmy her arms out from her jacket. Underneath she was just swearing a sleeveless black button up with dark high waisted jean shorts, purposefully ripped for aesthetics rather than because they were worn.

[break][break]Once the jacket was completely off, she'd swing her jacket down and clasped it tightly between her thighs. Now with her hands completely free, Juliet took this time to toss his sweater on, not wanting to give him the opportunity to take it back now. Though instead of completely popping her head through the top she'd purposefully keep it hung on her nose, her hands playfully pressing it down on her face as she'd take in a couple sniffs.

[break][break]It always interested her how everyone could smell different, and surprisingly it smelt rather sweet, almost floral and smoky at the same time. Or was that the smell of leather or wood? It didn't matter much as long as she enjoyed it, a carefree giggle leaving her lips as she finally pulled it down to fit her properly, her hair both becoming a bit frizzy from the static and half stuck under the sweater.

[break][break]"Has anyone told you that you smell rather nice?~"


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