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–– [ 野生型 ]   The stoic host was silent as he poured two cups of tea, that day’s brew being a highly prized tea made in the Chinese province, Fujian. Setting the teapot down, Takashi shifted his attention to the girl sitting beside him.

                 ”You look lovely today.” The dark-haired Host commented casually.

✿ —— Pink crept across her cheeks; compliments always managed to do that to her, especially when said by someone belonging in the opposite gender. She glanced at the male. It was, she supposed, expected of him to say things like that. He was a host, after all.

“Arigatou, Morinozuka-kun.” Akari bowed her head graciously.  She was aware that he was mostly called Mori-kun, but the artist had no desire to overstep her boundaries. Her mind raced for a conversation topic— “How are you today?”