>>18049088http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yU5jNz2rr6gWith her current shift having come to a close and her faux 'therapist' personality under wraps, Amélie makes way to leave you there with her now-closed stand. However, something stops her before she can depart.
Her heartbeat starts beating, increasing rapidly to parameters no boy has ever made her feel before, it's that feeling once again. That feeling you get when you hate someone to the very core because of the most insignificant things, but at the same time, like them for those very same reasons.
She balls her fists up, grits her teeth. Her back is turned to you, you have a clear shot of her figure from behind. It's a sight to admire, from afar at least--both literally and figuratively.
Amélie pouts.
"Dammit!"
Conflicted, unsure, troubled, and hopelessly infatuated, Amélie scoffs and turns around, storming all the way back to you with a furious yet determined look on her face.
Amélie flashes a Valentine's card in your face, "H-Here, geez!" she blurts out, looking away from you with a brazen blush.
Confused, you take the card and "What the...?"
"T-Take it, jerk! A-And don't make me tell you twice!"
Of all the people that had to be the first to adorn your hands with a card of loving feelings, it had to be her, "A card...for me?"
"W-Well duh, b-but I didn't make it because I /wanted/ to o-or anything! I-I just thought that a l-loser like you wouldn't have a Valentine today, s-so I, um, I MADE YOU THIS--okay!? God..."
Her pout as well as her creeping blush expand in size, she tightly crosses her arms and lets out another hmph. All vain attempts to dodge the brewing warmth inside of her.
As Anina would most likely put it,
the cum of being pleasured in. Or something like that.
A) Casually accept the card with all-smiles.
B) Promise to return the favor with a Valentine of her own.
C) Throw tsuntsun mode into full gear by teasing and romancing her about it.