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Iroha heaves, spitting a little backwash of her water onto the asphalt. She almost won this time, though it's not like she never has. She just prefers to win every time, is all.
She drops her racket to the ground, finally able to relax a little bit.
Aisha skips over to her, having just gently set her racket against the wall. Always so careful with her tools, you'd think she loved them. That was true, of course, but there wasn't much room for doubt on whether or not Aisha loved something; she probably loved everything and everyone. Iroha's line of thinking is interrupted with Aisha glomping her, almost sending the both of them to the ground. “Good game, Iroha! You've gotta step it up a little, pretty soon I'm gonna be winning like this every time.”
Aisha pulls back a little to flash Iroha her stupid little grin, and lightly presses a kiss to her sweaty forehead. She licks her lips absent-mindedly and winces. “Eugh, you're sweating that much and you didn't even win? I think you're losing your touch, princess.” Iroha lightly swats at her and scoffs. “Yeah yeah, you win I lose, nice game. if I'm so sweaty and you just slurped it off my face, who's the real loser here?”
“Hey, I didn't slurp it off you! Don't go around saying that, good grief!” She unwraps herself from Iroha's body to shudder. Iroha simply laughs at the false discomfort. “Woah, who said anything about slurping? You're a strange one, sweetheart.” Just to be safe from any possible real discomfort, iroha casually swings an arm over Aisha's shoulder and leads her over to the exit, grinning sincerely. “Since you won and all, how about some lunch? Your treat!” Aisha grins back. “You make more than me! Why not on the loooooser?” “I didn't really lose, you know-” “Oh really?-”
The conversation fades as they leave the tennis court, both forgetting their equipment as they get swept up in each other.