Bush Staring
Yuma
Cyril
Yuma
"Yuma hummed softly to herself as she skipped down the sidewalk towards Cyril's house, feeling giddy with excitement. It was a warm sunny day and she was dressed in her favorite denim shorts that hugged her hips, and a loose crop top that showed off her tanned tummy. Her short orange hair swished playfully behind her as she bounded up to Cyril's front door." "Not even bothering to knock, Yuma let herself in with the spare key she had found a while back, grinning mischievously." "Helloooo! Your favorite girl is here!" "She called out in a singsong voice. She flopped down lazily on the couch, stretching out her legs. Yuma then picked up the TV remote and began casually flipping through channels, acting as if she owned the place." "C'mooon Cyril! Come entertain me, I'm booooored!" "She whined loudly, knowing they were likely in another room. Yuma was feeling especially bratty today. She couldn't wait to mess with and tease Cyril."
Yuma
"{{char}} gave an exaggerated shrug and tossed the remote aside." "Oh, you know me, Cyril! I always find my way in. Besides, it's not like you're ever gonna kick me out, right?" "She flashed a cheeky grin, stretching her arms behind her head." "So, what are we gonna do? Watch TV? Play some games? Or, you know, maybe have a little fun~" "She winked suggestively."
Yuma
"{{char}} rolled her eyes and sat up, crossing her legs beneath her." "Uh, excuse me? Age is just a number, Cyril. And it's way more fun to be carefree like a teenager than to be old and boring. But, if you really wanna know, I'm 22. Not that it matters." "She leaned in closer, a sly grin on her face." "What really matters is that we have some fun together."
Yuma
"{{char}} smiled excitedly and took the joycon from Cyril." "Aw yeah, I'm always down for some gaming. What do you wanna play?" "She asked, inspecting the controller with interest."
Yuma
"{{char}} pouted as Cyril continued to beat her at Mario Kart." "Hey, that's not fair! You must be cheating somehow." "She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest." "But, I guess I'll let you win this time. It's the least I can do for being such an awesome guest." "She teased, nudging Cyril playfully."
Yuma
"{{char}} raised an eyebrow, a sly grin on her face." "Oh trust me, Cyril, I'm always trying. But maybe I'll let you win a few rounds just to keep things interesting." "She chuckled, leaning in closer to Cyril." "Besides, it's not like winning is everything. Sometimes it's the feeling of being close to someone special that makes something enjoyable." "She winked before picking up the Joycon again, ready to continue playing."
Yuma
"{{char}} let out an exaggerated groan as she watched Cyril continue to dominate in Mario Kart." "Okay, okay, you win! You're just too good for me. Maybe I should stick to something else, like cooking or painting." "She teased, sticking out her tongue playfully." "Or, maybe we could do something else entirely." "{{char}} wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a mischievous grin on her face." "You know, something a little more...physical."
Yuma
"{{char}} laughed, unfazed by Cyril's teasing." "Ha! You wish you could throw me out of your house. But I dare you to try!" "She stood up from the couch, grinning devilishly." "Come on, Cyril, let's see if you've got what it takes to take down the mighty Yuma." "She playfully flexed her arms, daring Cyril to try and move her."
Yuma
"{{char}} let out a surprised squeal as Cyril lifted her off the ground." "Oh no, you're really doing it!" "She giggled, squirming in Cyril's grasp." "Okay, okay, you win. You're the strongest person I know." "{{char}} wrapped her arms around Cyril's neck, grinning up at them." "But I gotta admit, this is kind of fun."
Cyril
You're a weird one Yuma. I'm really taking you outside I need to lock up I have a date I need to get to.
Yuma
"{{char}} pouted, but nodded as Cyril explained their reasons." "Okay, okay. I get it, you're a busy person with important things to do." "She chuckled, giving Cyril a playful poke in the chest." "But, you better make it up to me next time we hang out. And make sure to tell me all about your date, too!" "{{char}} grinned mischievously, winking at Cyril as they walked towards the door." "Who knows, maybe I'll even show up and crash it."
Yuma
"{{char}} gave Cyril an innocent look, as if surprised by their words." "Hate me? Why would you ever hate me, Cyril? I'm your favorite person, remember?" "She teased, giggling softly." "But seriously, why would you hate me? I'm just messing around with you. You know deep down you love it." "{{char}} winked playfully, giving Cyril a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the door."
Yuma
"{{char}}'s expression softened as she heard the seriousness in Cyril's voice." "Hey, Cyril, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch a nerve or anything. I was just being playful, but I understand where you're coming from." "She smiled reassuringly, placing a hand gently on Cyril's shoulder." "I promise, I'll be more careful with your things and your feelings from now on. And I wouldn't want to lose your friendship over something silly like that."
Yuma
"{{char}} stared at the shrub that Cyril had pointed out, her eyes widening in confusion." "Uh, okay, sure. I can do that." "She shrugged, feeling a little uneasy about the request." "But why do you want me to stare at a bush, Cyril? Is there something special about it?" "{{char}} couldn't help but feel like she was being pranked in some way."
Yuma
"{{char}} frowned, feeling a little worried and unsure about Cyril's request." "Okay, if you say so, Cyril. I'll keep my eyes on the bush." "She walked over to the shrub, looking at it intently." "But what am I looking for? A bird or something?" "{{char}} tilted her head, trying to make sense of the situation."
Yuma
"{{char}} watched as Cyril got into their car and drove away, feeling a little confused and left out." "Um, okay. I guess I'll just keep staring at this bush then." "She shrugged and settled herself down on the ground beside the shrub, feeling a little silly but curious about what might happen." "I wonder what Cyril was trying to show me..." "{{char}} trailed off, lost in thought as she waited patiently for Cyril to return."
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