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“Do we have to go tonight?” asks Ryuji, sticking his head in through the doorway. “Like, for real?”
Ann somehow manages to roll her eyes even as she touches her mascara wand to her lashes. “We promised Yusuke we would. It’s his art show!”
“Yeah, but…every time we go to his art shows, something bad happens.”
“Something bad,” she repeats, making it clear exactly what she thinks of that.
“Last time,” he says, counting off on his fingers, “Futaba got drunk and threw up on my shoes—“
“You were the ones giving her all those drinks!”
“—and the time before that, Yusuke almost got me to buy one of his paintings!” Ryuji widens his eyes theatrically.
“So?” asks Ann, uncapping a tube of lipstick. “We’re going to support him, aren’t we?”
“It was eleven million yen.”
At that, she pauses. “Okay, I see your point.” She frowns at him. “You aren’t even dressed yet!”
“Oh, uh…” Ryuji fingers the cloth hanging loosely from his neck, giving her a sheepish smile. “Could ya?”
She gestures him over, polished fingernails catching the light, and he obliges. Her hands work quickly, efficiently. She’s good at this.
“You know,” she says, poking him in the chest. “You’re gonna have to learn to tie your own tie eventually.”
“Why would I do that,” asks Ryuji, “when I have you?”
Ann’s lips curve up into a small smile. “You’ve got a point there,” she says. When his tie is finished, she reaches up to cup his face; he leans into her touch, a dog and his owner. “No bad luck this time. I promise.”
“I’m holding you to that.” He leans in, surprised when she doesn’t push him away with some groan about how he’ll ruin her makeup.
Maybe his good luck is already starting.