[ He sees her, between then and now, at the host club. They're busy, for the most part, pieces shifting as Jinx drifts in and out of orbit. There's a sort of humor to it — a materialization of her modus operandi as soon as she'd spoken it aloud. Her time's worth something. The club makes it so. Or at least, it makes that transaction more transparent, even though there's nothing like payment really involved.
It's a week or so after the club opens that he approaches her again, carrying a cage containing a blue morpho (unceremoniously "liberated" from the menagerie's butterfly garden) in a gloved hand. Maybe the staff will reclaim it, maybe she'll hate it, either way, such creatures only live for so long. At worst, it's hardly as though the little cage can't be unlocked. ]
Ani.
[ He doesn't smile, but the exchange is his attention, focused entirely on her — on her gaze, despite the tightly-drawn latex of her dress. ]
Come with me to the prom.
[ Better to ask in person (even if it's not quite phrased as a question). ]
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It's a week or so after the club opens that he approaches her again, carrying a cage containing a blue morpho (unceremoniously "liberated" from the menagerie's butterfly garden) in a gloved hand. Maybe the staff will reclaim it, maybe she'll hate it, either way, such creatures only live for so long. At worst, it's hardly as though the little cage can't be unlocked. ]
Ani.
[ He doesn't smile, but the exchange is his attention, focused entirely on her — on her gaze, despite the tightly-drawn latex of her dress. ]
Come with me to the prom.
[ Better to ask in person (even if it's not quite phrased as a question). ]