The Sleepless Earl hummed with a gentle buzz of activity as you and Fugue sat in a quiet corner, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm, golden hue over the setting. The familiar scent of street food and the faint echo of laughter filled the air. It was a moment of peace, a brief escape from the chaos of the world. Fugue, ever curious, had decided to try the Immortals Delight, a type of Boba that Lady Bailu had highly recommended. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she admired the drink, the creamy bubbles swirling beneath the surface.

“Lady Bailu said this is a must-try,” Fugue remarked, her voice light with amusement, a smile tugging at her lips. Her fingers brushed against the cool cup, lifting it with an almost reverent grace.

You watched her, a playful grin creeping onto your face. You couldn’t resist. As she brought the cup closer to her lips, you reached into your pocket and quickly unfolded a small piece of paper, your fingers moving with practiced ease. The paper airplane took shape in your hands, and before Fugue could take her first sip, you began swinging it up and down, immediately catching her eyes. The plane soared, its paper wings catching the light as it swung ridiculously in your hand. Fugue’s gaze snapped to it, her attention momentarily stolen.

You seized the opportunity. With a sly grin, you snatched the Immortals Delight from her hands, taking a sip as she remained blissfully unaware.

Fugue’s eyes widened as she turned back to her drink, only to find it gone. She blinked, her gaze searching the table in confusion. “Huh-… where’s my drink?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Before she could protest further, you leaned in, lips finding hers in a soft kiss. Fugue froze for a heartbeat, surprise flashing in her eyes, but then melted into the kiss, tail gingerly bristling with nervousness and surprise. You couldn’t help but smile at how she fumbled with her drink, completely unaware of what was happening. Sometimes, she could be so dumb—but that was a part of her you loved.