[All according to plan. With... an unexpected bonus, even. Because, yeah, he definitely was expecting simple pawing, not reciprocation. Actually, not even reciprocation- Ken clearly got this before he could have had any idea that Chikusa had something for him.]
[So it doesn't matter that the box is mildly squished, or that the chocolates within could be in who knows what sort of shape. (Chikusa has eaten worse anyway.) The reaction is still the same while he adjusts the awkward shove of the box so that he doesn't drop it in turn, and stares down. The reaction time is... a little slow, as most things are with Chikusa, where he merely stares down at the box while his brain works through those feelings. Finally, however... A faint blush begins to work over his face, and his sucks in slightly on his mouth as if he doesn't know what to do with it.]
[Because he really doesn't. It's been a while since he's smiled.]
[There's no denying that he's pleased, however, especially with a reaction as rare as this for someone who shamelessly made out with his boyfriend on camera. After a moment, of just minutely rubbing one thumb along the surface of the box, he leans down to reach into the space beneath the bench. His ever present bag is there, and it only takes him a moment to pull out a fairly large tupperware container. It's packed to the brim with dozens of little round chocolates, their surfaces mostly smooth now after days of practice. There's no leaking of their delicious cherry liquid centers.]
Here.
[It's not the most romantic thing to say, which might be a disappointment to their starry-eyed spectator, but Chikusa is still looking down to his own box of chocolates.]
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[So it doesn't matter that the box is mildly squished, or that the chocolates within could be in who knows what sort of shape. (Chikusa has eaten worse anyway.) The reaction is still the same while he adjusts the awkward shove of the box so that he doesn't drop it in turn, and stares down. The reaction time is... a little slow, as most things are with Chikusa, where he merely stares down at the box while his brain works through those feelings. Finally, however... A faint blush begins to work over his face, and his sucks in slightly on his mouth as if he doesn't know what to do with it.]
[Because he really doesn't. It's been a while since he's smiled.]
[There's no denying that he's pleased, however, especially with a reaction as rare as this for someone who shamelessly made out with his boyfriend on camera. After a moment, of just minutely rubbing one thumb along the surface of the box, he leans down to reach into the space beneath the bench. His ever present bag is there, and it only takes him a moment to pull out a fairly large tupperware container. It's packed to the brim with dozens of little round chocolates, their surfaces mostly smooth now after days of practice. There's no leaking of their delicious cherry liquid centers.]
Here.
[It's not the most romantic thing to say, which might be a disappointment to their starry-eyed spectator, but Chikusa is still looking down to his own box of chocolates.]