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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:29 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Gold Description: Sweet, Innocent, Giddy, Warm Your commentary on its flavour: A sweet flavour, a touching yet awkward memory. To be relieved of his fears and anxiety and have his feelings of love returned by one he like? Was this that feeling? It was nice.. Itoto felt a giddyness wash over. Lighthearted, a pitter patter in his heart. Such a lovely memory..
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 7:00 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bronze Description: Nervous, jittery, fluttery, first love Your commentary on its flavour: Trebor finished this tea in one gulp, and he laughed. That was the actual definition of adorable. The memory left a sugary sap on his tongue, and butterflies in his stomach. "Good luck, buddy." He said to the cup. "You're gonna need it."
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 7:02 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bronze Description: Sweet, cute, precious, gentle Your commentary on its flavour: Fayre didn't know exactly what to think of this tea. She stared into the cup, half drunk, soaking in the memory of a boy who had feelings so sweet and innocent they felt like a girls. Boys didn't think that way, did they? He was a rarity. And she was a lucky girl for saying yes. She drank the rest of the cup, and reveled in the mere idea that there could possibly be more boys out there as sweet as this one.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:24 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bronze Description: nervousness, reward, sickeningly sweet Your commentary on its flavour: Yiro had told herself this would be her last cup of tea, and hoped above all things that it would end on a good note. The feelings the boy had, they were familiar. She couldn't say that she had definitely experienced them in the past, but there was a good chance. How... Adorable it all was. She was surprised to find herself relieved for the boy when he was not refused, and... Though she would not admit it, Yiro almost wanted to pour herself another cup when she had finished. Even if she did hate sweets.
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