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"I'm even terrified now." And without another word, did he close the distance between them. A kiss of longing, sincerity but undeniably, trying to get back at her teasing by upping the ante. Soon enough, sitting back properly. "Well."

Pressing his fist underneath his chin to rest, his eyes wandered for a moment. "Well. . . I still want to leave you a good impression; it's the same as it ever was. I only want to be your chivalrous knight, forever and always. That, and you are very endearing."

"I mean, there are a plethora of words I would otherwise use. Such as beautiful, sexy, graceful- To look upon is to gaze upon a setting sun and to feel content with a life well lived. To bring about a softness otherwise unheard of." A sly shrug. "And-. . . I could wear armour."

"I think my intent is to use my mouth for other things." A surefire final blow against nuanced conversation; bluntness. Scratching the three marks on his cheek, Makoto chuckled. "I still think it's a good idea to wear a helmet though."

"Nah, too heavy." Shaking his head. "Most are carbon-related or weaved multi ply stuff." Flipping two cups and filling them with water, a quick sip taken. "Although, helmets do ruin my hair a little. I'm a little worried, the older I get-. . ." Rubbing his scalp. Hmmm. . .

"My dad still has all his hair so, I guess it'd be silly to keep thinking about it." A soft pluck at his fringe. "It's getting long though, maybe I should cut it. . ."

"Fluffy?" Said casually. "Messy?" Hushed quietly. Arms gently crossed as he leant back in his chair. "I've got crows feet now and I'm sure, before you know it, I'd be a right silver fox. Maybe I'll get like, tattoos or something. What if- I became a worm?"

"In truth?" A soft tap at his own chest with a finger, where his heart normally would lay. "Let's just say that last adventure made me. . . a little different, I think. To most people, at least. I mean-. . . I had thousands of lives crammed into me, after all."

"I mean, it's more like. . ." Finally, looking at his own hands. "Like, I'm very attuned with the speed of my body. My electricity, my cells, my everything-. . . It feels slower. Jules, I think it made me borderline immortal. Like, my cells degrade so. . . slowly."

"Well then." Both hands now pressed to the table, head tilted up triumphantly. "Looks like you're stuck with me."

"I can be stuck with you in so many wa- Oh look, food's ready." Naturally, bowls have since appeared and chopsticks have been acquired. "So, I hope you're ready to do this for forever cause I sure am."

"Naw,-" A gulp. "Like, let's get married."

"Oh, I do. I'm just redeclaring my intention before I do the big confetti one." Despite his cool words, his hand shook like he was undergoing an earthquake; drinking water was difficult.