sugarplum
10. dictionary
It seemed like such a natural impulse, to stop and stare. And grin and giggle.
Riku. Reading a dictionary. Wearing glasses.
"Hm?" Oblivious to these thoughts, his forehead creases, quite perplexed. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Kairi isn't one for hiding her smiles, although she does shake her head a little too enthusiastically. "I'm just curious, what are you doing?"
His face flushes, a soft pink spreading across his cheeks, despite his brave attempt to act unfazed. It's at that point that Kairi notices a pen in his hand, his grip tightening out of embarrassment.
"… I'm correcting the dictionary for being incorrect." His head lowers, and those words come out in a fast-paced mumble. "It's lacking a vital detail within its words of wisdom." His framed glasses slide down his nose; like a rock unable to stop its downhill fall, the redhead girl is unable to refrain from pushing them up his nose, a soft smile adorned on her face. "Thank… you?"
It doesn't escape her notice that his eyes follow her fingertips, wary, but allowing her this gesture.
"Welcome." Lips twist perfectly into a smile, curiosity taking hold of her once more. "So, what are you adding? In that book of utmost knowledge?"
Tries to be serious, and fails. It doesn't matter, it gets a smile flickering onto his face; and that's better than anything.
But he looks at her, eyes slanted, dark and heavy, yet there's such radiance in that one look that she doesn't understand at all, doesn't want to know something great and something terrible; never looking away as he parts his lips to speak softly.
"You."