"Golden delicious," Cruz smiled, looking at the yellow apple. "My favorite."
“I like the green ones,” she hummed, still stroking the cat.
"Eh, can't stand sour." Cruz replied.
"What do you mean 'can't stand'? They're delicious!"
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He shrugged, "I'm a man of sweeter taste, I suppose," Cruz chuckled.
April raised a teasing eyebrow. "Are you calling me sweet?"
April raised a teasing eyebrow. "Are you calling me sweet?"
"Absolutely," Cruz winked at her.
A flush rose to her cheeks, but the mischievous light in her eyes didn’t change. “I’m very flattered.”
"Mm." He chuckled, "We have to be at my sister's house at noon for food,"
"Right, that." April sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "What time is it now?"
"Nine," he replied" glancing at the grandfather clock in the hall.
"Guess I have to get up now.." she grumbled, adjusting the blanket around her chest. "Mind tossing me a shirt?"
"Eh, do I have to?" He smiled.
"Cruz!" she protested, but it was half-hearted. "Yes, you do."
"Mm." He stroked his chin, set the apple on his dresser.
"Cru-uz," she chastised gently. "You've seen enough of me shirtless for today."
He glanced back at her, "If you insist," his ever-present smirk widened.
“I do, actually.” She huffed playfully.
He tossed one to her. He picked up an abalone comb and drew it through his chestnut hair.
“Thank you,” she said teasingly, slipping the shirt over her head. “Much better.”
(Whoops forgot the era.. pretend she’s wearing a dress lmao)
Okedoke lol )
He opened another drawer to pull out a bishop sleeve shirt and a vest. "What color suit should I wear?"
(Lol)
“Mm.. what colours do you have?”
"Green, red, lots of browns and my rebel suit."
"Mm… wear the red. It compliments your eyes."
"Alrighty," he smiled widely, finding the neatly cleaned coat in his closet. He slid it over his shoulders.
(wait a minute, since April's at Cruz's house, would she have brought over her jewellery and makeup beforehand?)
Yeah)
(k thanks)
April got out of bed, yawning slightly as she approached the small bag she'd packed. "I'll be in the washroom," she called over her shoulder before slipping out of the room.
"Aye," Cruz echoed, and meandered over towards the doorway where he left his boots to slip them on. Now, his cravat, to wrap nicely around his neck under the plume of shirt ruffles resting on his chest.
April got ready quickly, and before the next fifteen minutes was up, she was decked out in a gorgeous faded-teal gown with a pearl necklace and matching earrings– the most expensive things she owned. She hummed as she applied a thin layer of makeup.
Cruz folded over the suit cuffs and made sure everything was buttoned neatly, a habit that carried over from the regime of everyday war-camp life.
Finally finished, she began packing up her things.
He turned his head, "You're not staying another night?"