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"N-No I can't- make clothes-"

[break][break]"I absolutely loved you at the cool contest! Do you think you'll be joining the next one? Maybe we'll be competitors~ Who do yo--"

[break][break]She'd say she was rudely irrupted but this was a reaction she was quite used too, with him suddenly standing up Juliet did nothing to actually stop herself from falling. A painful bounce on her behind sent shocks up her spine, her hands instantly shooting down onto the floor behind her to arch her back with support. She was really thankful that she had been reaching over to place her drink on the table, since the last thing shed want is to be sitting in it right now.

[break][break]"Ow-ouch..~"

[break][break]Juliet was never the type to be concerned of where she was in public, the very fact there were complete strangers taking in the spectacle that was herself in everything she did was something she just learned to live with. It was why she even teased the idea of possibly making some sort of lewd remark, possibly something like.. If you wanted me down here, then all you'd have to do is ask

[break][break]But before she could even act upon it, he had already readily offered her a seat beside him. Now, why on earth did he have to be so adorable? A hand raised to her face, carefully making sure to hide the ever-growing smile on her face, really anything to hide her desire to want to take a bite out of him right now.

[break][break]"Maybe- Probably! If I can make it~"

[break][break]A deep breath in to calm down the cute aggression, and get herself up from the ground.

[break][break]"I'm sure you will. It was such a gift to watch you on stage~"

[break][break]She'd dust herself while she spoke, but as she got to the end of her sentence, she'd clap her hands together, pulling them close towards her face.

[break][break]"Thank you for supporting my last performance."

[break][break]"No need to thank me~"

[break][break]Her fingers slide into place, intertwining each other as she'd use her hands to rest her cheek upon them, her eyes locked upon his own. At the sound of his name she knew she had to wait, at least for only a short amount of time. There was no way he'd try to make a break for it, and even if he did she knew at least where to go next to meet up with him. How could she ever let someone like him slip by.

[break][break]As she waited, she'd return to sitting up straight, her hands pulling down into her lap, but staying intertwined with each other.

[break][break]"Ohh~ What did you get? Wanna try mine and I can try yours?"


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"I got aaa pistachio frap~"

[break][break]There was this buzzing energy inside of her, a sensation that tickled every nerve in her body and energized her beyond compare. Perhaps she was just so excited to be face to face with someone she idolized, or perhaps she was still relishing in a successful hunt either way the result was that she couldn't manage to sit still. From hands on her cheek, down to her lap and upon hearing what kind of drink he had, they dropped even further to either side of her seat.

[break][break]"Oh, that sounds delicious~"

[break][break]A large childish grin grew across her face, and with light hops she'd push her seat even closer to his own, so much so that if she had it her way, there wouldn't be much-- if any-- space in between them. The tension in the air to Juliet was no different than a magnetic force pulling her into him. A force so strong that she didn't even notice that it forced her to slightly slide a hand down his arm slightly and hold onto his forearm.

[break][break]"You're dress is cute by the way. I really dig the heart pockets??"

[break][break]It was a flutter through her entire system, a second of pause as if her entire brain was reeling back at the sudden change and was adjusting to it. A calm before the storm, as her grip on him would suddenly tighten and her heart would skip a beat. Within seconds the flush on her cheeks would brighten, her breathing quickened and the hand upon her drink would carelessly just let go and move to cover her chest as if she was shielding her heart from him.

[break][break]"You made that?"

[break][break]"Ah! You noticed?"

[break][break]There was a slight tremble to her voice, and body, it was almost as all of the intensity of her emotions was starting to bubble over. A whirlwind of emotions smothered her, embarrassment, bashfulness, admiration and pride. Her hand slowly raised up from her chest to cover her mouth, as if her sensation overdrive was going to force itself out of her mouth. Buzzing, practically vibrating, once her feelings completely reached the height a shiver ran down her system.

[break][break]Like the crackles of a ziplock bag sealing, Juliet was officially fixated on this new gem. Successfully engrossed and distracted.

[break][break]"I tend to have friends help me with outfits if I need something special done. Like the Cool Contest? It was all flame resistant. And I had to wear something special when styling my hair to protect it form the heat."

[break][break]"Really! That's so cool!"

[break][break]There were practically stars in her eyes, the grip on his arm pulling him in if he hadn't already found a way to shake her off at this point. Unlike every attempt she did to approach him and get closer, this time however was clouded with any desire to crawl inside of him, but instead the desire to be to heard.

[break][break]"What kind of materials was that?! Did you always plan for something like this?"

[break][break]Her voice was getting louder, a sense of uncountable hyper-ness to it as she continued to spit off questions without pause for him to actually respond.

[break][break]"Did you design it yourself and then they made it? Or did the do everything? How long did it take? How much was it? Was it even comfortable? Did you feel the heat still? How exciting was it?"

[break][break]It was at the mention of the word 'exciting' did she realize how excited she was, a sudden sensation of returning back to her body than in the cloud nine she was stuck in. And with this realization came to her grip on him if still he was in her clutches. How quickly did her face switch from it's ecstatic positivity to concern and shame.

[break][break]"Oh my Arceus, I-I'm--!"

[break][break]She cut herself with a bit of her bottom lip, her entire body revolting back from him as she clutch tightly on the hand that held onto him. In a short moment tears begun to well up in her eyes as reality sunk in that she could have possibly hurt someone she so loved and admired.

[break][break]"Are you hurt-- Can I-- Wait, I--"

[break][break]A visual internal struggle was taking place, her hands switching from pushing themselves to reaching out to him, to curling back into herself-- she didn't know what to do to help him. She didn't know if he was going to hate her now. Was he too scared to be around her? Did she mess up again? She didn't mean too!

[break][break]"I'm so sorry.."


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