HANDS OF TIME | rantaro kiyama

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6 - ᴋɪss .༄

DECEMBER 24, 2012
10:28 AM
Raining ducks and gifting red faces.

       "SO, ABOUT YESTERDAY'S KISS—"

       "Heyyy—" Y/N interrupted, turning around with their back facing the blond. They quickly reached down to the ground and grabbed the wrapped box, yellow wrapping paper with a polished red bow on top.  "—why don't you open this instead of starting that awkward topic?"

       Rantaro went to open his mouth, index finger raising—but soon dropped his hand as well as shut his agape mouth, nodding with a shrug.

       "And here you go..." they passed the colorful present over to their friend, who accepted it with a grin.  Though after a few minutes of the box seated on his lap, it seemed like he was awaiting further instructions as he tapped his fingers.  "What're you waiting for?  Go ahead, open it."

       "Wait—" Honcho gasped. "—I can?"

       "Obviously," they mumbled, head gesturing towards the present sitting on his lap.  "I just said it was your gift and handed it to you, didn't I?"

       The blond let out a nervous laugh, scratching the top of the wrapping paper softly with his first nail.

       "Oh yeah," he let out a short cough to interrupt the unsettling silence. "What'd you do with the gift I gave you yesterday? Did you open it yet?"

       Y/N sucked in their cheeks, transforming their hands into fists on their lap. "Er—I haven't opened it yet...just waiting till I feel like it; the right time, I guess."

       "Oh," Rantaro nodded. "Sounds good, okay."

They drummed their fingers on their pajamaed lap, curling their lips in and biting down on it just enough.

       ...

       "So about that kiss—" he began, hand back up.

       "Rantaro—"

       "What?" He huffed, shaking his head. "We have to talk about it sometime soon—we can't just ignore it—and I told you to call me Honcho!"

       "Yes, we can." they stated plainly, narrowing their eyes and staring at him directly in the eye.

       "—if you even know a thing about romance!"

       Y/N's expression returned to the usual blank one. "...excuse me?"

Rantaro stood up from his seat with a new presence, slid the strawberry lollipop out of his mouth with a bat of his wrist whilst his other hand was on his side.

Y/N is absolutely bewildered.

       "Well, I for one—" he ran his fingers through his elegantly brushed out hair. "—am great with romance!"

       "Oh brother..." they scrunched up their face, turning away from the scene.

       "Don't 'oh brother' me!" He replied, getting on on his knees to meet their face to face on the same elevation level. "Tell me, why'd you kiss a handsome fellow like me? You like me or somethin'? Because I'm not desperate or anything, but it'd be nice if someone liked me."

       "I—" Y/N threw their arms up into the air, spluttering slightly with a mixed gasp.  "I don't know!  I suck in this area of relationships—it was just an in-the-moment type of thing to do I guess!"