A Beautiful Blonde [Nai/Private]

The sudden arise of boiling anger and appalling memories was fractured like thin glass, distancing out like plunging shards as he merely blinked at the woman in bewilderment. For once, those firmly pursed lips that only seemed to spew foul words, curled up into what he grasped as pleasure. The way her cheeks raised, and those comparable ruby gems flared like dancing flames, briefly gave the Magi enough knowledge to discern how much he prized her smile. But, the woman was a stranger. Somebody he'd ever meet again, yet, somebody he perceived to be mildly close with. If it hadn't been for those fluctuating particles of whispering voices, complicating his route of questioning thoughts, he might've already come to realization on who this really was.

"..Cheers." he added, gently tapping his glass against her own, meager vibration of transparent solid ringing through his ears as the last form of alcohol ventured down his throat and into the pit of his stomach.

Once his long slender fingers split from the cool glass, those uncommon ruby hues, enclosed by the center of pupil by thin raven lining, drifted back toward her as the heated bitter, yet jest, approached her tone of voice again. The addition to his story left him in muted silence, not inclined to reply, regarding it was already a tragedy. Instead, those eyes that expressed a void of emotionless inhabit just peered at the alluring blonde, chin situated in the palm of his hand. As expected, she snapped at his remark of aiding her in the murder of her younger brother, mentally concluding that despite her refusual, he'd doubtlessly do as he pleased anyway. It was always fun to spice up his life with the newly found stories of "strangers".

Although, the next carefully selected words that left her mouth made the colour flush to his face immediately, abruptly jerking away from her to laugh away his sudden embarrassment. "Like hell I'd beg for help!" a clenched hand was brought barely to his mouth, twisted to keep his watchful eyes on the woman as the regularity of that entertained smirk alifted two gaps on either side of his cheeks. On a basis with the woman who gambled on conversing charming and rather perversive words with himself, there was no reaction. Maybe a laugh, but, the youth had never felt this oddly flustered, putting aside the time with that hot-headed blonde. The Magi mentally grimanced as he tried to discard his flusterment being reminded of Gil, face of sudden colour gradually fading as he percieved that the woman was beginning to arise from her seat.

"Huh? Hey!" his hand extended toward the image of departing, grasping nothing but air as he watched her liberate from the shadows of Rose Garden, still seated with a now discontent form of emotion unraveling within him. He hadn't even gotten her name. The name was the most crucial piece of information, was it not? With his attention casually lowering, hefty breath parting from his lips, he embraced the bright material that was suspending on the back of her chair. Ivory in colour, and evidently expensive, he gathered it into his hands, noting that it was much to large to be considered the jacket for a female to wear. Hell, this would even be big on him. "Hm, maybe it's her lover's coat.." he mused, further inspecting it before an immense shock of realization coursed throughout his body, jaw slighty lowering, gems of crimson widening. "..T-This is.." a blink, the blush from before impended onto his fragile features again - not vexing to pay the bill for his and "her", various drinks as he took the coat with him and hurriedly dashed after "her" in a mixture of anger, embarrassment and turmoil.

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