Also Shuji, don't go being sweet to her after she literally ran and hid. Her nervousness softens into guilt, and though they won't hear it with the door in the way, she sighs at her cowardice]
I'll be out in a second. Just... some green tea.
[She needs something to sooth her nerves. But yes, both of ya, just go to the kitchen while she tries not to die before then.]
[ john lifts his hands to lace them behind his head, trying to force himself into some semblance of normalcy. he gives shuji a light nudge with his shoulder. ]
[ right. because as she preoccupied as she might be, john, like shuji, also can't blame her for wanting some... time. he turns to head to the kitchen. muffled through the door, ]
[Well, as promised, given enough time and Sakura will... open the door to the bathroom, tiptoeing as she goes, and then hovering by the entrance of the kitchen. This would be a lot easier if the butterflies in her stomach would just disappear, instead of simply making room for guilt and embarrassment.
But she supposes the worst is over? Or at the very least, whatever John's answer, it's unlikely he will mock her for being a disaster. Picking at her nails, she'll very, very quietly sneak in.]
...
「 S-sorry... 」
[No, she doesn't realize she switched to Japanese. Let her rest. Also yeah uh, sorry Shuji for leaving you on the battlefield to die. She hangs her head in shame]
[ flashing a grateful smile at shuji, his attention is quickly diverted to sakura's entry. and she's apologizing, but he feels sort of just.. struck by her reappearance. they're all together again, in the same room. he'd felt completely out of his element before, oh my god, does he pray. it's true: he... hasn't really given them an answer yet, has he. disbelief aside, it's an answer so completely obvious it almost seemed like it hadn't needed speaking.
alas, it does. he feels the redness creeping back to his face at the thought. ]
[ hands still laced behind his head, john tips his chair onto its backlegs, reminiscent of every ten-year-old seen in restaurants before they break the chair. that doesn't happen yet. ]
[ ohhhh my godddd. ]
[ he wishes he had the tea right now to busy himself with, scalding hot and all. ]
It's a ... yeah, by the way. To goin' out with you two.
[Tea for Sakura, tea for John. That part is easy. He doesn't even knock anything over when John says yes, although there is the clatter of him dropping a spoon.]
Really- I'm so glad!
[Maybe it's not the kind of thing you thank someone for, even if they're better than you deserve, but - Shuji feels like he has to say something.
The smile on his face and his blush might speak for him if he didn't.]
[Just a high pitched squeak that only dogs can probably hear, and half-muffled at the floor.
... It's probably going to take a while for that answer to really sink in or for her to stop being nervous, but Sakura has not again bolted for the door, so she's counting this as an improvement.]
[ at these reactions, john -- laughs. it is funny, in some respect, even if he wouldn't mind if the laughter were successful in covering the touch of mutual nervousness he still feels. at the very least, he stops tipping backward in his chair; this is swapped for a--nearly imperceptible--bounce of his leg as the soles of his boots connect flat to the floor again. ]
[ so what... now? he feels like the Real Romantic Thing that happens in the movies (fiction for a reason, he thinks), is then a lot of relieved smooching. alas, sort of hard to kiss three people at once. ]
[ laced as his hands are, he opts for drumming his fingers along his knuckles. ]
... Yeah.
[ ... mhm. fuck it. no way in hell is he being the first to admit he's never done anything like this "three people relationship thing." (that's the scientific term for it, probably.) ]
Me, too.
[ but that? that he's glad for this? wholly geniuine, sincere, and very much easy to admit to. ]
[The big romantic thing to do is indeed to kiss, and it is hard for three people to kiss at once. A dilemma of gargantuan proportions.
However, Shuji and Sakura have already kissed (on the cheek). Therefore John is being left out, which will not do.
Which is why, with the tea now started, Shuji emerges from the kitchen and heads straight to John. He leans down and - lays a soft smooch on John's cheek.]
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...Okay. What kind of tea do you want me to make for when you finish, Sakura?
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Also Shuji, don't go being sweet to her after she literally ran and hid. Her nervousness softens into guilt, and though they won't hear it with the door in the way, she sighs at her cowardice]
I'll be out in a second. Just... some green tea.
[She needs something to sooth her nerves. But yes, both of ya, just go to the kitchen while she tries not to die before then.]
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[ right. because as she preoccupied as she might be, john, like shuji, also can't blame her for wanting some... time. he turns to head to the kitchen. muffled through the door, ]
... All right. We'll be in the kitchen, then.
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Making tea is something he could do in his sleep. The process is more automatic than not, and Shuji keeps talking while he's getting the tea ready.]
Do you want some tea, John?
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But she supposes the worst is over? Or at the very least, whatever John's answer, it's unlikely he will mock her for being a disaster. Picking at her nails, she'll very, very quietly sneak in.]
...
「 S-sorry... 」
[No, she doesn't realize she switched to Japanese. Let her rest. Also yeah uh, sorry Shuji for leaving you on the battlefield to die. She hangs her head in shame]
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[ flashing a grateful smile at shuji, his attention is quickly diverted to sakura's entry. and she's apologizing, but he feels sort of just.. struck by her reappearance. they're all together again, in the same room. he'd felt completely out of his element before, oh my god, does he pray. it's true: he... hasn't really given them an answer yet, has he. disbelief aside, it's an answer so completely obvious it almost seemed like it hadn't needed speaking.
alas, it does. he feels the redness creeping back to his face at the thought. ]
[ hands still laced behind his head, john tips his chair onto its backlegs, reminiscent of every ten-year-old seen in restaurants before they break the chair. that doesn't happen yet. ]
[ ohhhh my godddd. ]
[ he wishes he had the tea right now to busy himself with, scalding hot and all. ]
It's a ... yeah, by the way. To goin' out with you two.
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Really- I'm so glad!
[Maybe it's not the kind of thing you thank someone for, even if they're better than you deserve, but - Shuji feels like he has to say something.
The smile on his face and his blush might speak for him if he didn't.]
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[Just a high pitched squeak that only dogs can probably hear, and half-muffled at the floor.
... It's probably going to take a while for that answer to really sink in or for her to stop being nervous, but Sakura has not again bolted for the door, so she's counting this as an improvement.]
That's-- we're-- yes.
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[ so what... now? he feels like the Real Romantic Thing that happens in the movies (fiction for a reason, he thinks), is then a lot of relieved smooching. alas, sort of hard to kiss three people at once. ]
[ laced as his hands are, he opts for drumming his fingers along his knuckles. ]
... Yeah.
[ ... mhm. fuck it. no way in hell is he being the first to admit he's never done anything like this "three people relationship thing." (that's the scientific term for it, probably.) ]
Me, too.
[ but that? that he's glad for this? wholly geniuine, sincere, and very much easy to admit to. ]
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However, Shuji and Sakura have already kissed (on the cheek). Therefore John is being left out, which will not do.
Which is why, with the tea now started, Shuji emerges from the kitchen and heads straight to John. He leans down and - lays a soft smooch on John's cheek.]
...Cute.
[He's blushing up a storm, but he's smiling.]