DISCLAIMER: I don't own Skip Beat! This drabble you're about to read, I do own it, though.
July 9th – date.
[KyokoRen Week 2019]
English is not my first language, so please, be merciful.
APPLIED LINGUISTICS
"Tsuruga-san, would you like some dates?" Kyoko asked.
"W-What?" Ren said, well, sort of.
"Dates?" Kyoko repeated.
"What did you just say, Mogami-san?"–Don't jump to conclusions, dude, Ren thought. Stay cool, keep calm...
"Tsuruga-san, dates, they're very sweet."
"They should be, indeed, but well," he cleared his throat, "the idea of being you who first asked for a date never crossed my mind before." Then he smiled softly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Truth be told, I'm a bit shocked."
"W-What!?" Kyoko stuttered.
"I say yes, of course," he hurried to add. "Any time on Sunday morning is fine with you?"
"Tsu-Tsuruga-san, I-I meant d-dates."
Oh my, she stuttered again.
"Yes, dates, I know. A plural noun."
"Dates, like the fruit of the date palm tree."
And then, there was only silence.
"Oh," he exhaled after a while.
"I-I j-just bought them," she mumbled. She barely held his gaze.
"You just bought them," he echoed, flatly.
"Ts-Tsuruga-san?"
Ren sighed disappointed, putting together the broken pieces of his hopes.
But why did he look like disappointed?, Kyoko asked herself. Why?
"Ts-Tsuruga-san?" she repeated.
"Yes, Mogami-san?"
"I was wondering," she said, staring her own fidgeting fingers, "why would you ever agree to date me?
Damn it, isn't there a saying that says that Fortune favours the–
Whom? Bold, brave, scatterbrained? Muddleheaded?
Whatever.
"Well,"–he took a deep breath–"I'll pick you up on Sunday morning and then I'll let you know my answer."
"W-What?"
"It's a date."
That said, he left, while Kyoko's brain cells were blacking out.
Another kind of date, obviously.
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NOTE: Here you are: polysemy, synonymy and grammatical agreement, in less than 300 words XD