#Bea's just- dying this is fine:tm:

[pseudomonacarriea]

"Stop fighting this."

From most, it might sound normal. However, when it happens to be a certain Moondweller who constantly speaks with a nigh robotic drone and he's slamming his hand right beside Beatrix's head; It sounds remarkably like a threat, and will most certainly give any passerby the wrong idea should they see Cassius towering over the former Society agent.

"This is a holiday in which I am meant to return your gift from approximately 30 days prior as per annual Fossildweller tradition. I cannot correctly perform this ritual when you fail to flee on sight at every attempt. Stop resisting."

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At the very least, his intentions are good? And the white chocolate filled molten lava cake will surely be delicious given the precision he used when baking it. It's just that, well--Beatrix needs to actually accept the White Day gift is all.

White Day -- Accepting until March 18th -- @pseudomonarkaerenea

"Ah!"

The embarrassingly loud yelp that left the brunette's lips from the sudden slam caused a few heads to peek out from doorways or stop their actions. Much like watching red food coloring mix into the white frosting, Beatrix's face went through different shades of pink until it bloomed red.

She wasn't avoiding him all day! No way! There's totally a different reason for why she was making up reasons and not stopping as he called for her multiple times!!

Hearing him recount the reason for White Day, her chest was thumping so loud in her head she just stared at him. That's with the thoughts running through her mind in tandem.

"I-I'm not!"

C-C'mon! Get it together, Bea! Deep breaths! People are staring y'know! Oh, but why did he-- OK, that's my fault but he didn't have to slam the wall so hard!

She couldn't keep him hanging. He's looking at her so expectedly. There was no way out of this one, and she knew that the moment he moved in front of her to cut her off. Not fully caged by his arms, his body made sure to tell her that he was done chasing her around while holding the box. That's all that she needed.

Swallowing the lump in her throat she looks down at the box in his hands. Once she had calmed down, her hands reach out to receive it. Finally. If it was someone else, she would've asked if this was a prank. But with Cassius? He hasn't given her a present or gifted her anything that could be considered one.

"--Thank you, Cassius."

At least none of the others were around to see this. At least, she thinks so.