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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:29 pm
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My Gift to You!
It was the little things Junko loved most of all. The fact that Seiji knew her favorite colors, her favorite flowers, her favorite tea, her favorite everythings. He even knew what she would like before she knew she liked it. And he knew she liked sweet gestures. He also quite enjoyed spoiling her with a constant stream of gifts, something that had always been a thing between them but she very rarely had the chance to reciprocate. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to because she very much did, she just didn’t always have the money to do so like he somehow did.
Well, that changed. Junko had been working between projects on something just for him. The colder Octobers were coming and, despite being a ghost, Seiji would need a coat if only for the aesthetic of wearing a coat in the colder Autumn season. It was the same length as a duster jacket without the unflattering shapelessness accompanied by the style, and of course black in color. There were decorative buckles and straps, though not a ridiculously obnoxious amount, and the coat itself could be closed from neck to just below the waist but also fit right enough to be left open if he wanted. Long sleeves, and a slightly raised collar without being obnoxious or annoying to the wearer. The coat was tailored to fit his body perfectly, trademark to Junko’s preferred aesthetic of clothing that fit a body and showed off one’s figure, even a masculine body. It was something she wasn’t used to making, punk clothing that suited her fiance instead of dressing him up in something dressy and nice for some sort of event.
The entire coat was black, even the buckles and buttons were a shiny black metal that beautifully reflected the orange of the pumpkin sun. There was just one thing that wasn’t black; the inside of the collar, one corner near Seiji’s chin, where only he would see unless he turned it outward for other creeple to see, was a bit of embroidery done in the same bright red string around his and Junko’s throats: 順子井上
Her name. Or, well, it would be her name once they were married.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 3:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 3:04 pm
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You made a (poor) deal
Seiji had not forgotten, and he was well aware that his fiance was awake. She might not have opened her eyes, or made any move away from him, but her breathing had changed, and a certain tension that wasn't there as she slept had crept into her small body.
It was early, way earlier than Junko ever woke up, and ironically, Seiji hadn't done anything. It was funny, really, and for now he was perfectly content to lay there in the dark, a smug grin on his face that she wouldn't see unless she gave her act away.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 3:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 4:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 5:01 pm
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