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Characters: Lucy and Sougo
Location: Lucy's room.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Time: December 28th
Description: Even though Sougo worked super hard on making Lucy's present, she was offended by it because she's ungrateful. So he supposes he's obligated to make it up to her.

This might have been considered breaking and entering in some places, but since it was Lucy -- that didn't matter. Who knew where she had been, but he knocked and told her he was coming in...only to discover that she wasn't there. Sure, he could have left. But he opted to wait around for her instead. She couldn't have been long, and if she saw him here...she would at least be forced to talk to him. It had already been a couple of days now since she was ignoring him. It was cute at first, but now it was just getting annoying.

Waiting patiently was boring, so he killed the time by going through her things and completely violating any privacy Lucy had hoped to keep. By the time the girl actually got back, she would find Sougo sitting in one of her chairs -- munching on cookies while reading a page of her story notes. And Sougo naturally looked up, greeting her with a simple, nonchalant: "Welcome back," before going back to what he was doing.

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Lucy made a face at him before giving a stern "no thanks."

There was some light hints of deliberation as she watched him take her necklace away (she could only question what all of this even meant to her). Looking into her hands, she sheepishly agrees, eventually turning her back towards him.

"N-no funny business, all right?"

Sougo didn't respond, taking her hair and sweeping it to the side. He used his good hand to bring the chain around her neck and stepped even closer so that the hand in the cast could catch one of the ends of the necklace. With a little bit of struggling, he managed to hook the clasp before stepping back. Then, he gently guided her around to face him again, eyeing the key for a moment before nodding his approval.

"Looks good on you."

Her cheeks felt unnervingly warm and somehow she couldn’t doubt the fact that this entire process must have been bad for her heart (it had to have been!). She shuts her eyes and squeezes them tightly, figuring it would calm her down some, but to absolutely no avail. But, as quickly as it started it was over and she was left feeling unexpectedly disappointed at their usual break in physical contact.

Speaking shyly and barely above a whisper, she begins to speak up again, “w-well there’s that, but,” a smile, “you also chose well.”

"I just chose the cheapest one, it wasn't anything special," so he said. But it was a blatant lie. He spent upwards of an hour trying to figure out which one looked the most like those keys he'd only seen in passing. And even then, he wasn't sure if he'd made the right choice. Really, it was a waste of time.

....until he saw Lucy's smile, that was. And then, somehow it seemed worth it.