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Valentino pulled her close with a smile, wrapping an arm around her back. He looked at Raven for a second, fighting against the impulse to kiss her there and here. Yet, no matter how strong the temptation was and even if their lips were dangerously close, he refused to push her boundaries too much. He pecked her cheek, tightening the embrace a little; some things he just couldn’t resist. “Thank you for coming, my pretty Little Bird. I missed you so much!”

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss. (Accepting)

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As she drifted closer to Valentino, Raven felt her cheeks heat. Her eyes met his, and her heart pounded faster.

There it was. There was that strange, familiar feeling she’d experienced the last time she’d seen him. When they’d drawn nearer to each other just like this. That odd sense of warmth that flooded throughout her body; something both exhilarating and nerve-wracking at the same time. 

But nerve-wracking in a good way. The best possible way.

She was not sure what to do. She almost held her breath when Valentino moved closer and pressed his lips to her cheek in a small and gentle kiss.

Usually, things like this just confused her, or meant nothing. Usually, she did not understand such gestures.

But for some reason, this one, even if slight, felt like it meant something. This was Valentino. This was her best friend, whom brought her more joy than anyone else in this world.

Were friends supposed to feel like this for each other? Something didn’t add up.

While thinking, Raven almost missed Valentino’s words. Suddenly, she forced herself back to reality, meeting Valentino’s eyes again.

His pretty little bird? 

The words made her dizzy. They made her heart swell with delight.

“Y--yeah Vale,” she said in a stupor. “I missed ya too. Thank ya for letting me be with ya, here on this trip.”

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With more than evident reluctance, the president bent awkwardly, pausing to move a strand of thick red hair out of the way. Lightning quick, he briefly pecked Raven's forehead, no more than a terse brush of platonically dry lips. “This would have been much easier if you were not so damnably short. Or if you would have agreed to wait until someone had fetched a stool. Kissing babies might be considered part of my duties but at least they tend to get held up by someone.”

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss. (Accepting)

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Wait what was going on here? Why was the president touching her hair and bending down, and--

--oh.

Raven raised a concerned eyebrow as she slowly looked up, meeting Valentine’s eyes. She nodded very slowly in response to his words. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Damnably short?” she said. “Kissing babies? Ya trying to imply I’m some sort of child, Mister President? I’ll have ya know I’m a grown Irishwoman, thank ya very much.”

She said this rather playfully. More importantly, it seemed that the concept of the kiss had been lost on her, as she’d chosen to focus more on his words. When it came to kisses, Raven was the queen of oblivion.

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With a wink she would pull the redhead in a tango like lock, only to dip her backwards with arm on her lower back. "Bonjur love~" smirking she leaned in to plant a tender kiss upon her lips.

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss. (Accepting)

@redlips-blooddrops-deux

It had happened in a matter of what felt like seconds. She’d been dancing with the mysterious woman from the pub, and out of nowhere, she’d been dipped and kissed.

By that mysterious woman.

A soft, warm kiss, something kind of surprising, given the setting they were in. A loud and rowdy pub hardly seemed like an appropriate place for such a thing.

For whatever reason, it was not really sinking in. Even after the crowd gathered around them started whistling and cheering over the kiss, Raven blinked in confusion.

Not that she was really bothered by the gesture. She was not angry or upset in the slightest; just quite confused.

Raven’s lips parted for a moment, but no words left her. She drunkenly raised a forefinger, and it took a few seconds before her words came to her.

“What was that for?” she finally asked. “Do ya do this to all yer impromptu dance partners at pubs?”

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Hit Me With Your Best Kiss.

Blow me away. Give my muse a kiss that will make their knees melt, or a kiss that has them gasping for breath. Give my muse a kiss that makes them want more.

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of-illusions-and-lies:

✮ — Valentino tilted his head and arched an eyebrow, slightly perplexed. ❝Kenneth? Are you talking about a toy, a plushie or something like that? It’s a cute name. If you like it, go for it. Sir Flamingo won’t complain, I’m sure of it,❞ he chuckled.

    Sometimes, Raven was confusing, but he didn’t mind. She was a fun mystery to explore, and that only made their evenings together more entertaining. He envied her, sometimes: his life didn’t allow him to relax, and he could imagine how being such a free soul felt.

    The Cappucino was decent, and he emptied the cup in a few sips. Putting the mug away, Valentino turned toward Raven a second time. 

    ❝It could have been better, but it’s not the worse Cappucino I’ve had. I think we might have ended up in a Tourist-Trap; in Italy, you can find a lot of restaurants like this. They know they’re close to a fancy place, so they rely on the continuous influx of tourists rather than quality.❞ 

    He shrugged, adding,❝well, they probably know we won’t be back. I don’t know how you feel about it, but I’m not too pleased. We have an excuse to try another restaurant, I guess?❞

    Indeed, that place didn’t feel right. Perhaps it was the poor quality of the food or the impolite waiter, but he didn’t like it at all. The blond pointed at the plate. ❝I don’t think they even got our orders right. Do you want me to pay so we can leave? There are better ways to invest our times, and I don’t want to force a lovely lady like you to sit here. Ther is so much else we still have to do…❞

Raven laughed, rather than acting sheepish, over her outburst. “Yeah, Vale, a plush. Ya know, in case I find one I like. I’m gonna name him Kenneth.”

She returned to her slightly disappointing pancakes after speaking. The quicker she finished these, the sooner she and Valentino could start their shopping adventures.

As she stuffed her face, she listened to Valentino’s description of the cappuccino. She gave hers a way glance, pausing for a moment to take a taste. Not great, but not terrible. It was adequate. Drinkable. Perhaps a 6 out of 10.

“I’m sure there are better places we can try later,” she replied. “As ya know, I’m good with anything.”

At Valentino’s question, she shrugged one shoulder. “Ya can if ya want,” she replied. “I want to finish these so they don’t go to waste.”

And this was true. Besides, she could use the energy. 

“Give me like, five minutes and I’ll be done. Five minutes, tops.”

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@juki-ronin | from here

Raven relaxed her posture for just a moment as she stared at the man. She knew what she’d just seen him do. She saw that weird ghosty, spirity thing that had helped him take down that beast of a plant. She furrowed her eyebrows and folded her arms, taking a few steps closer to the man.

“I know what I saw,” she answered curtly. “Ya can’t fool me. Ya got some kind of weird power I can’t explain, so ya gotta be some sort of Devil Fruit user. What is it, the Ghost Ghost fruit? That’s the only explanation.”

Because how else would this random guy be able to fight off a plant with such ease? Well, maybe aside from the fact that he’d used a firearm as well. But still, her point stood.

“Ain’t no way yer jerky’s making me hallucinate, smart ass. Ya’d be hallucinating too, if that were the case. I ain’t letting ya leave until I get an explanation.”

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Remember what I said about the ravens and crows? Well…

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I am tempered steel and open flame

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redlips-blooddrops-deux:

She had to admit, the redhead’s enthusiasm was quite contagious. Quite the cheery one wasn’t she? Snickering Lilith followed her lead while humming the tune of the music playing. “Non at all cherie, and consider yourself super lucky in that case “ she would add with a small wink.

The music was louder as they got closer,cheery, melodic and rather well fitting for this sort of setting. Its been ages sinceLilith visited pubs, and truthfully…she wasnt very good in these type of dance. Tango was more her game. 

Nevertheless she would oblige to this brave redhead.Still she did began tapping her feet ot the rythum the best she could while holding the other woman ttghtly in her well manequred hand. “Do forgive me darling I am not best dancer for this music “ she added with a small grin.

Super lucky was right! Raven had found a willing dance partner. The night was young, and she had plenty of energy.

This woman was keeping up quite well! Raven obviously did not know her; she was merely a stranger she’d happened upon at this bar. But she was not half bad! Raven shot her a grin and chuckled.

“Yer doing pretty well for this not being yer forte,” Raven answered. “Can I get ya a drink when this dance ends? Ya know, for being willing to put up with little old me?”

The music’s tempo increased suddenly, and Raven fought her hardest to keep up with it.

That is, until she slipped and landed on the cold, hard floor of the pub. Right on her ass.

But instead of feeling embarrassed, she laughed loudly and deep from the heart. She glanced apologetically at her dance partner and hoisted herself back up to her feet. It seemed she was not finished dancing quite yet.

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✮ —  The waiter nodded, taking note of their requests. He put away the notebook shortly after, only to leave without a word. Perhaps because he was already on edge, Valentino found his hastiness weird: he hadn’t even asked if they intended to order more. ❝He must be in a rush,❞ he commented with a nervous chuckle. 

    Against his best judgment, he refused to let his unfounded doubts ruin their day. It was time to stop being so senselessly nervous. Smiling a little, Valentino focused on Raven’s comments; those never failed to make him feel better.  It was an efficient way to bury his worries.      ❝Flamingo-themed? I trust you know what you’re doing; this must be an indispensable science-experiment. I’ll be forced to provide you with plenty of pretty birds. If we look hard enough, I’m sure we should be able to find anything you want, even a dress or a fancy hat. Is this what you had in mind? Or do you prefer a plushie?❞

    He paused, imagining his friend holding a giant Flamingo Plushie with a huge smile. It was an oddly sweet image, and he had no doubts she’d be capable of buying something like that. That would be an excellent addition to their album; Raven’s photos were always unique. Each one told a story, a domestic adventure he cherished. 

    Before he could add anything else, another waiter delivered their orders. There were more pancakes that she had ordered, seven. The waiter had probably mistaken their orders and thought they meant to share. Well, much better for them!

    After the man left, Valentino reached for his Cappucino and took a slow sip. ❝Aw, I couldn’t ask for anything better to start the morning,❞ he sighed, satisfied. ❝A warm Cappucino, then some shopping. ❞ 

Was it just her, or was this waiter not very talkative? As someone who worked in food services, Raven found this odd. Maybe the poor guy was having an off day. Whatever; she wouldn't let it bother her and stop her from having fun with Valentino.

She returned her attention to Valentino, snickering at his comment.

"Never seen flamingos back in Ireland," she said. "Maybe we'll see some later, but I gotta say, they're rather cute."

Then again, Raven just liked birds in general.

She raised a forefinger and continued talking. "Anything, really. A magnet, a shot glass, a keychain, a plush. Not sure I'd go for a dress, though."

Actually, that would be a nice souvenir: a flamingo plush that she could sit on her desk in her office at work. She dwelled on this thought, nodding to herself as she did, before finally blurting, "I'm gonna name him Kenneth!"

Oh, wait. She hadn't said anything out loud about a plush. Realizing this, Raven laughed and shook her head. "Sorry; thinkin to meself out loud. Ya think Kenneth is a suiting name for a flamingo?"

Just then, the waiter returned, placing her pancakes in front of her, as well as giving her and Valentino their cappuccinos. What was this? Seven pancakes? Raven wasn't going to complain; after all, she had more to eat.

While humming a cheerful tune, Raven poured some syrup onto her pancakes, and then took her first bite. They weren't the best pancakes she'd had; they were adequate. Nothing too impressive about them, but they would suffice.

She glanced at Valentino, who had spoken. After swallowing what was in her mouth, she said, "Is it good? These pancakes are--not as good as I expected. But I'm still gonna eat 'em, of course."

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Raven paused for a moment, gauging the other woman’s expression. She stood with her arms folded and a smirk on her face.

Did the other woman have a Stand as well? If she didn’t, then it would be her loss. Raven was fairly confident in challenging her to such a silly thing; at least she had her Stand on her side.

“Come on,” she said. “Ya gonna take me up on me challenge, or what?”

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I did some celtic knottery…

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I’m taking the day off today because I’m exhausted! But my activity will pick up on here fairly soon. I’ll probably make a simple promo in the coming days, as well as try to reply to the few drafts I have saved at the moment.