[It was like his heart was trying to make a mad escape, the way it was pounding so wildly against his chest, and Xiaolang had to force himself to take some quiet, calming breaths as they set out from the party. The nerves really couldn't be helped. Here he was, at the precipice of a relationship changing decision between the two them, and he was readying to take a leap. He could just change his mind, enjoy the walk with her, and not have to deal with all of this, but... he knew he couldn't. The night was right, the setting was right, and he had put it off for long enough.
The garden painted a pretty picture for the two of them as they strolled through, the early spring blooms glowing faintly in the dimming light. The twilight breeze wafted the scent of some of the newly blossomed cherries in the air, and Xiaolang absentmindedly plucks a small cluster of flowers from a low-lying branch as they pass, cupping it to his chest. Sakura's question draws his attention back to her, and his eyes soften as they focus on her face. She was always pretty, but there was something about the lighting, the surroundings, that just-- got his breath to catch in his lungs the longer he looked at her. Did he really have the nerve to ask a girl like this to be his special someone?
... well, they were going to find out, anyway. He snaps a little out of his reverie and swallows, hard, a flush heating his cheeks despite himself.]
A... a couple of things, actually. But first--
[And he holds out the simple green gift bag in his hands towards her, threading the cherry blossoms he picked earlier between the handles.]
Happy birthday, Sakura.
[His voice is soft, and a bit tender, and if they hadn't been by themselves, it may have been hard to hear it in general. There's a small box resting within the tissue paper nest of the bag, containing a rather appropriate bracelet. However, the bag is much too large to hold just a trinket box, and it's heavier besides, and that may be because of a certain green teddy bear resting at the bottom...]
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The garden painted a pretty picture for the two of them as they strolled through, the early spring blooms glowing faintly in the dimming light. The twilight breeze wafted the scent of some of the newly blossomed cherries in the air, and Xiaolang absentmindedly plucks a small cluster of flowers from a low-lying branch as they pass, cupping it to his chest. Sakura's question draws his attention back to her, and his eyes soften as they focus on her face. She was always pretty, but there was something about the lighting, the surroundings, that just-- got his breath to catch in his lungs the longer he looked at her. Did he really have the nerve to ask a girl like this to be his special someone?
... well, they were going to find out, anyway. He snaps a little out of his reverie and swallows, hard, a flush heating his cheeks despite himself.]
A... a couple of things, actually. But first--
[And he holds out the simple green gift bag in his hands towards her, threading the cherry blossoms he picked earlier between the handles.]
Happy birthday, Sakura.
[His voice is soft, and a bit tender, and if they hadn't been by themselves, it may have been hard to hear it in general. There's a small box resting within the tissue paper nest of the bag, containing a rather appropriate bracelet. However, the bag is much too large to hold just a trinket box, and it's heavier besides, and that may be because of a certain green teddy bear resting at the bottom...]