Keep Rollin', Rollin', Rollin' (for Letta)

[CyanDimitrik]

The head-bobbing had been discreetly noticed. Bandita thought it was the very cutest thing in the world. Like watching someone very prim and proper discovering ice cream in a wafflecone. Little snapshots like this will be the memories she keeps.

"Oough..," huffs Bandita as she thumbs hurriedly at the screen. The inescapable awareness that she was under not only the scrutinizing eye of a native local but also her date was weighing heavily upon her narrow shoulders. Each passing second, her heart fluttered a little faster. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she hurriedly tap-tap'd Spanish input into the screen, ready to deliver an awkward robotic string of Japanese when--

A touch! Bandita freezes all at once with the pressure felt upon her arm, instantly looking to the hand. Then her gaze lifts to the smiling face it belonged to, and the tension eased in Bandita's frame. She watched in awe as the be-hoodie'd aristocrat delivered a fully confident and precise rendition of her order. Instantly, Bandita feels dumb for not being able to recall that off-hand.

Of all the things she's heard relentlessly since coming to Japan, one, two, and three are perhaps the most common. And since when did she forget how to be polite? Oi.

Her internal critique lands only a few seconds before her focus turns fully onto Laxia again, admiring her for her confidence, her poise, how she handles the international barrier with such aplomb. It's a challenge to not swoon, and she fails to wrangle down a dreamy sigh before it escapes.

Then came the rush of Japanese. Bandita didn't flinch. Because of course Laxia has this, right? She's fluent! ...right?

Something feels off.

Bandita uplids her gaze slightly, studying the rouge in Laxia's normally creamy-fair cheeks. The one-word answer to all of that. The halting delivery. Another barrage of Japanese from the eager clerk has Bandita flitting her focus to him briefly, then back to Laxia. That blush is giving her away so badly. But watching her try to maintain her composure in the face of suffering a familiar embarrassment she, herself, held imminent moments before is entirely too adorable for her own good.

When Laxia looks back at Bandita, she'll receive nothing but a sweetly encouraging smile. She's suspicious! Suspicious, but supportive. And this is something she can tease her about later!

With her arm nabbed, Bandita hustles along away from the counter and pockets her phone again. "I was gonna pay," she notes aside to her. "It was my idea, and I asked you out on th'date. And I pinned you, we talked about 'dis~" As she's walking, she tilts aside to nudge her bare shoulder into Laxia's sleeve. "Have you skated before? Do you know how?"

She begins steering them towards a bench near the railing.