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"Wow, I didn't know they had toilets in these things," Kumiko says, sounding impressed as she steps into the car after Reina.

"Oh, yes. All ferris wheels have them. It's so you can have the best view while you – well, you know." Reina sends a contagious smile in Kumiko's direction.

"They think of everything these days." Kumiko plops down next to her.

Reina hums in agreement. She waits until they are rotated skywards for the next car to load before taking Kumiko's hand into her own.

"You know," Kumiko says, leaning back against the plexiglass, "you didn't have to tell everyone we were going to the bathroom just so we could sneak off together. You could have just asked me to go on the ferris wheel with you."

"I didn't want to share." Reina shuffles closer, bumping her shoulder against Kumiko's as their car jerks upward again. "Besides, asking in front of everyone would have been rude."

Kumiko snorts laughter through her nose as she feels her body leaning into Reina's warmth all on its own. "I didn't know you were capable displaying tact."

"Excuse you," Reina huffs in mock offense, thrusting her nose upwards, "I can be very tactful when I choose to be."

"Which is never."

The amusement that tickles those words is not lost on Reina. She allows a small, crooked grin be teased out of her. "Not never. Just close to never."

"What inspired this rare act of consideration?"

"Today is a special day."

Kumiko rocks like tall grass in a gentle breeze as ride starts and they begin a steady ascent. There's a glint of mischief in her eye. "Is it?"

"It is." Reina lets go of her hand, swings one leg over so she's straddling Kumiko's lap.

"So is today my birthday or is it yours?"

"Yours." Reina pushes Kumiko's shoulders against the glass and brings her face so close their noses almost touch. "Or are you saying this isn't what you wanted?"

Kumiko runs her hand up the back of Reina's neck, her fingers getting lost in her thick black hair. She pulls Reina forward, her lips hovering at the corner of Reina's mouth as she replies, "I never said that."