[ there is a long moment of silence following that admission. of course, olivia had always sort of known that "fruit" had never been his real name. but it didn't seem to matter to him what she called him, since for whatever reason, he never corrected her. she's heard other people call him something else a number of times before, but she had been quick to turn a deaf ear to it, preferring not to overstep her boundaries. she'd figured, if he wanted her to know, he'd tell her.
and now he's told her.
and it's such a small, silly thing. it's not as if he's made efforts to hide his name — plenty of others already know it. but somehow it still means so much to olivia now, to the point where she is suddenly flustered again, cheeks red, eyes averted. as if he'd kissed her again, graced her with something she didn't think she deserved. ]
I guess they wouldn't mean quite as much if they were easy, [ she concedes. a brief moment of hesitation, and then— ]
...Gintoki, [ she says, as clearly as she can. the syllables are a little clumsy on her tongue, unused to the sounds of his native language, but that doesn't make it feel any less pleasant there. she bites down on her lip then, as if attempting to keep it there for a few moments longer. ]
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and now he's told her.
and it's such a small, silly thing. it's not as if he's made efforts to hide his name — plenty of others already know it. but somehow it still means so much to olivia now, to the point where she is suddenly flustered again, cheeks red, eyes averted. as if he'd kissed her again, graced her with something she didn't think she deserved. ]
I guess they wouldn't mean quite as much if they were easy, [ she concedes. a brief moment of hesitation, and then— ]
...Gintoki, [ she says, as clearly as she can. the syllables are a little clumsy on her tongue, unused to the sounds of his native language, but that doesn't make it feel any less pleasant there. she bites down on her lip then, as if attempting to keep it there for a few moments longer. ]