*UNEDITED*
Setsura wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips lightly, "I accept," she muttered.
Yang's lips curve to a grin again, "I thought you would. Cool, so when can I come get you?"
"Eight."
"Eight it is then," he trailed off and scanned her up and down. "Don't wear something this pretty when your escorting."
"I wore it because I knew you'd take me out somewhere."
"Ah, now that makes sense," Yang nodded. "Then, I shall come fetch you at eight," he bites her ear surprising her.
"Don't be un-" Setsura paused when she felt Yang place something in her pocket. A small box. "This?"
"You'll see when you get the chance to later."
Setsura nodded, and silence descended upon them. Lately these awkward silences have become more frequent, Setsura didn't know what to think of it. Still, she doesn't want to lose out. Unknowingly she edged closer. Yang ran his hands through his red hair.
