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Blood red nails amble around white ceramic.
The padding of thumbs trace the golden accent, the ring fingers tend to close the gap between them to thread through the handle. A palm supports the ascent of the cup, amongst other digits; like the pinky accessorized with bold diamond and the index tranced with silver.
The cup parts with the hands upon its descent, which the fingers curl idly—each differ from another yet still share direction.
“Hellooo?” Your beckon heeds Nanami’s gaze upon your stern visage. His fore-response was a curt clearing of his throat.
“Yes?” He utters in a dazed manner.
“It appears your ears are a bit distracted today..” You suggested with a gentle frown, not of sadness, but of confusion.
“Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” He adjusted himself within his seat, leaning his upper body further to adhere to the attentive position. “You were saying?”
“I am wondering what could so distracting.” As you spoke a mosaic of reds forms upon his face, bleeding towards the tip of ears.
“Ah..” He pauses, “Your hands..”
Your expression softens, an urge for him to continue. “Yes, the two of them.”
“Their arrangement on the cup was entirely without fault.” He clenches his jaw tighter, yet his lips remain apart.
“They were like the petals of a flower going into bloom… I was staring so intently on how they handled the cup…”
“So.. my hands are like flowers?” You heard him clearly, yet you wanted to confirm your disbelief.
“Indeed.” He affirms with confidence.
Another man enters the scenery, spiking conversation with Nanami. It left you to revel in thoughts, fingers prodding the edge of the table, curling and tapping them in different sorts of patterns. No one has ever described them like that..
The mans exit allowed silence to simmer in the atmosphere, awaiting for one to speak.
“It’s the first time I’ve heard them described that way.” You drop your head lower, nails bunching the table cloth into your palms. Flush tints your cheeks gently, as well as the tip of your nose.
“It’s the first time I’ve used such words.” His tone resonated in your ears, yet it triggers you to hide your hands in the thick of your lap. This resulted in Nanami to take up a confused expression.
“I know you always look at me with adoration..” You slur in hesitation. “But you’ll bleed me dry if you speak of such.”
You could feel the warmth of his eyes, the smile upon his lips. You wish to feel his face in that very moment.
“My hands,” You interrupt setting silence. “What flower do they look like?”
“Hmmm.. Well..”
“We’ll discuss that when I get back from work.” The crease of his chair and his foot steps signal his departure.
While rude, you can’t help but excuse it..
“You tease.”