"Why can't I kiss you?" Elle asked. And then abruptly, a forced grin flashed across her face. "Ah, sorry… I forgot myself. I keep forgetting sometimes. It seems like I'm really a little drunk now."
Sighing loudly, she then arranged his slightly tilted mask as she continued muttering. "Forget what I asked, okay? That's… it is just the liquor working its… uhm… silly magic. Must have affected me more than I had thought. As promised, I'm not going to pry into your personal matters… right, I shouldn't… I won't… so don't you worry, my prince… Elle's a woman of her words. What I promised you, I'd be able to do it!"
She sprung from the bench and backed up a few steps behind him. After playfully spreading her arms wide, and lifting her face up to the sky, she twirled around before looking back at him. He was already facing her and standing there silently.
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