Neuvifuri one-shot compilation

Blue Roses

❝ Neuvifuri at Seville fair, yes. ❞

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Neuvillette adjusted the collar of his shirt for the fifth time since they left the hotel. It was too much, to be honest. Perhaps wearing a long-sleeved one wasn't the most appropriate decision. The dry heat was nothing like Paris. " A thousand April waters." they used to say in those lands. Yet there was the sun, stinging every pore of his pale skin. Well, he would already know for the next day.

He walked beside Furina towards the main street of the Seville fair. In his left hand, he leaned on his cane as he walked. His other arm hooked around his wife's. It was her idea, of course, to go down to the warm lands of Spain on such an auspicious date.

They were to meet Murata the following day. It was to, as she said, "get lost in the streets" so they would know where to go the next day.

Neuvillette didn't know what to expect. Spain was unique and festive. His lack of creativity shone through every time he looked at one of those flamenco dresses. Oh, roses. They wore them in the updos. He mentally noted that fact as he admired Furina's half-length hair. Maybe the hat wouldn't go with it.

And, speaking of her, her shorts balanced the fact that she wore the jacket, unlike him. Noticing her reddened cheeks and nose, he couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't you hot?"

"Huh? Oh, well, no. I'm more of a heat person, you know already. What's more, how are you doing, dear?"

"Bearing up."

Furina couldn't help but smile.

"You're so used to the bad weather in France you come here and roast like a chicken. Poor thing, shall we buy a fan? And water, by the way. Is that a Ferris wheel!?" Neuvillette looked where she was pointing. "They have an amusement park? Look, and that looks like a roller coaster!"

The drop on Neuvillette's brow perhaps was from the fact that he knew he would have to ride with her on whatever she asked. Normally, she would act bravely but scream louder than him during the rides. His smile, however, was accentuated by the fact that she was so excited to be there.

"Well, it seems far away, but it will be convenient to go and have a look in a while. I suggest seeing the entrance first and whatever the streets ahead offer. I see some sort of... Parcels? Houses?"

"Yes, I agree. And yes, it's a bit strange, there are a lot of colours. Murata will expand our vocabulary tomorrow. Selfie with this thing!"

The thing was a giant arch whose shape reminded him of a town hall. Furina took out her phone and looked for a good angle. Then he leaned over her shoulder, smiling at the camera.

Neuvillette had learned by now. If they wanted a photo with something taller than them, Furina took the selfie. Shorter or flat, it was his turn. For something extraordinary, they looked for someone to take both of them. Furina liked to argue with that person until it was perfect.

He took advantage of bending low enough and kissed her cheek, careful of her make-up. Furina chuckled softly and left a short one on his lips.

"¡Vivan lo' novio'! (Long live the newlyweds!)" Was suddenly heard. Furina winced, and Neuvillette looked at the Spaniards resignedly.

"Illo case esa con chaqueta? With the jartá of caló' que ase hoy. (Dude, what is she doing with a jacket? It's too hot today)."

"Pisha eso' son guiri', mírale lo' blanco' que están. Pera, le' viahase yo' la foto. (Bro, those are foreigners — look how white they are. Wait, I'll take the picture)" A young man approached them, with uncombed hair, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt tucked into his trousers. From his shoulders hung a pink cardigan. He also wore sunglasses. The smell of excessive cologne reached him. "Fotou? (Photo?)" Of course, he made the gesture of a camera with both hands.