FINAL FANTASY IX BRING ARTS™ ZIDANE TRIBAL & GARNET TIL ALEXANDROS 17TH
We are pleased to present a brand new BRING ARTS figure set from FINAL FANTASY IX – this set contains Zidane, a member of a band of traveling thieves, the Tantalus Theater Troupe, and Princess Garnet of the Kingdom of Alexandria.
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OMG this is so different from what I imagined (in an amazing way)! Thank you very much!
53 and/or 64 for angst/fluff prompt, please! From Souma's POV if possible :)
Of course! These are from Akai Ito universe and hope you like it!
53. “Who cares about what they think?”
Nakiri Erina came home that night, slamming the door of their penthouse with an expression as if she had a sour patch in her mouth.
“What now? Did a waiter break your crystal glass again?” Sōma, who got home an hour earlier, got a chance to sloth around on the couch with TV remote on his hand.
“Worse.” She threw her purse this time, “Apparently some low class commoner who does not understand good food gave Exposé a bad review in this website called Help.”
“You mean Yelp?”
“Ugh, whatever that is.”
He chuckled and sat up, took an interest to what could be an unpopular opinion, “Well, what did the guy said?”
Erina pulled out her phone, “It says “If you’re going to Exposé 2.0, do not order the Pates au Fruits de Mer as it is where hope goes to die. Nakiri Erina comes to expedite every service, and her beauty can’t even mend how objectively terrible that is.””
When Sōma saw her features turn positively crimson, he knew she could throw that new iPhone X anytime she wanted, so while approaching her slowly, he attempted on comforting, “Uh… okay. At least that guy thought you were cute?”
And he was on point- it almost flew out if he wasn’t there to grip her wrist, “Is that what you want in a restaurant? Where people eat because the owner slash head chef is cute?!”
“It is known as a bonus point when you dine at Exposé, eh?”
At the same time she managed to escape his hold, she groaned as she fled away, “Ugh, you just can’t seem to read an unlaughable situation, can you?!”
Damn, why did she decide to work out.
“Aight, aight, hey!” Sōma caught up to her and took a hold of her hand. “Y’know you can’t be mad at me. I didn’t write that review.”
“That is true but could you just go on one damned second not to make infuriating jokes and be your infuriating self and–”
At this state, where her lips seemed to move faster than words that came out of her mouth with her eyes widened, face burning, and hands on her hair, he knew better than to keep being his unserious, teasing self.
So he cupped her face and forced their eyes to meet, “Oi, oi, Nakiri. Look at me.”
Her face was tensed, but when he gestured her to take a deep breath, her breathing finally mimicked his steady ones a few seconds later.
And that was where he pulled her into his embrace. She didn’t fight back to Sōma’s favor, so when he felt her resting her head on his chest, he continuously strokes her honey blonde hair.
“Feelin’ better already?”
“N-No…”
He knew she lied, but he also knew that thing was still floating on her thoughts. “Look, that site is where people can freely express their opinions on something. Besides, everyone’s palette is different. Some like it softer, some like it harder, some like it saltier, some like it sweeter. Y’know the drill.”
She stood still, hands still clutched on Sōma’s black t-shirt.
“And let’s be real, how can you compare one bad review from a random dude on Yelp with Michelin’s restaurant of the year title, eh? Who would give a shit about what a guy think compared to that?”
Erina finally pulled away. Hair still disheveled, though no longer frantic. She tried to wipe her face and Sōma helped her tuck her strands of blonde hair behind her ear.
“So I can actually make you feel better, right?” He said smugly.
But when all Erina gestured is a simple shrug, he raised an eyebrow before suddenly lift her off the floor and carry her on his shoulder.
“H-Hey! What the hell are you doing, Yukihira?!” She yells as he made their way towards the master bedroom.
“Since words never work out, guess I’d have to physically make you feel better.”
“B-But–”
“What? You’re saying no?”
He smirked when she doesn’t remark. Hopefully they wouldn’t be late for work tomorrow.
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