Aoba sheepishly laughed.

“ . . . Sorry. We can retake it again! I don’t mind . . . “ .

Amon adorably smiles into the camera, but his eyes didn’t face the camera, he must have thought the lens was in the middle of the phone.

And he blinked at the wrong time—

His blush slowly faded and went into thought.

“ . . . I never taken one before with someone who is not family . . . “ .

He muttered, softly.

“ . . . Of course, we should . . . “ .

Sweet and big smile.

Amon didn’t expect to be kissed back, on the lips and slowly, his face was colored a bright red.

And he felt like a blushing school girl and looked the other way, not able to say anything at the moment.

Still processing the kiss to his lips.

ly like you Aoba . . . “ .

Amon pulls away and smiles warmly, and grabs Aoba’s hand.

To head for another stroll again, soon he stopped at a good spot where it was just him and the other.

And turned to kiss Aoba on the cheek, under the beautiful, evening sky.

Then looked into the other’s eyes.

“ . . . I am too . . . I real

The butler smiles brightly.

And immediately brings Aoba into a sweet embrace with one hand, that wasn’t holding his ice cream cone.

“ . . . Thank you for bringing me here . . . I am really enjoying myself. . . And enjoying on this date with you. . . “ .

He whispered, happily.

Amon was immediately embarrassed, all shy now.

He wasn’t aware he had some of the dessert on his nose.

He covered his face.

“ . . . How, childish of me . . . Oh no . . . Did others see? . . . “ .

The lime-green eyed male looked at Aoba with some ice cream on his nose and brightly smiled at the sweet compliment.

“ . . . Thank you! . . . You are cute too . . . “ .

He nods, with a bright smile and takes the ice cream cone and brings it to his lips, and licks it.

Slowly, face in delight, the favor tasted amazing on his tongue.

Amon could not stop savoring it.

Quick nods of the head.

Amon couldn’t wait to try the smooth, and colorful ice cream.

He wondered how these chosen flavors would taste like on his tongue for the first time.

He watched the ice cream, stand worker scope the ice cream with an aluminum ice cream scooper, a tool he had never seen before in his life.

He was in awe, it scooped so smoothly.

‘ Was this really ice cream ? ‘ Amon thought.

The sliver-haired butler sweatdropped and looked back at Aoba, whispering in his ear.

“ . . . Remember? I cannot read Japanese . . . I will just get that ‘ strawberry shortcake ‘ and ‘ rainbow sherbet ‘ you mentioned. . . “ .

Amon listened on, eventually getting curious and excited, grabbing onto Aoba’s shoulders.

And getting in his face, with a sweet smile.

“ . . . Oh! Seems promising! Yes please, I would love some of this ‘ ice cream ‘ . . . “ .

He shake of the head.

And a soft smile.

“ . . . No, the only sweet dessert my father ever bought for me was crepes, because they were my favorite, that I never asked for anything else . . . “ .

[ It’s the only dessert he’s ever had ]

[ It’s not a joke Amon never had ice cream before just crepes with his father when they were able to hang out 😅 ]

Amon nods with a bright smile.

But then pauses in confusion.

“ . . . What is ice cream? I never had it before . . . “ .

In surprise from being lifted.

But allows Aoba to do so, holding onto the blue-haired man, tightly.

Amon nods, slowly

Hugging onto Aoba, tightly, trembling in fright.

He shook his head immediately, stepping away from the water.

Sitting down on the sand and hugging himself, trying to calm his nerves down.

Amon stops stepping on the wet and plush sand, and got all slient and serious all of a sudden.

. . . . . . .

“ . . . No I do not know how to swim . . . . “ .

He spoke quietly, holding a terrified tone.

Pick a number ✰

He was in awe, and kept stepping on the sand, repeatedly.

Loving this physics, Aoba spoke of, he’s really enjoying himself at this beach with the other.

The wet sand under him would sink a little when he would step on it.

So he stopped and looked back at Aoba, in confusion and curiosity.

“ . . . Why does the sand sink like that? . . . Like it is attempting to shallow me up? . . . “ .

“ . . . I will be alright! I can handle anything! . . . “ .

The long haired servant says with a beaming smile.

Oh, no he doesn’t know what’s he’s getting himself into.

the little free time to hang out with his father.

Amon tilted his head.

“ . . . Sex? . . . What is that? . . . “ .

He must not have been thought about that subject like he should have, he did explain he trained as a butler and assassin at a young age.

So, maybe “ the talk “ never really came up during the span of his trainings when he had

He allows Aoba to take his hand, with a warm smile.

“ . . . Please, thank you . . . “ .

Leaning in to give the blue-haired another kiss on the cheek, appreciative of his sweet actions and understanding.

Was told by his master’s older brother and mother, that his master’s birthday is today. . .

He is preparing to decor the entire manor realm and a grand cake, and successfully distracts him everytime.

He asks Amon what he’s doing.