Sayumi Arai Vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt [Beach Match- Unofficial]

Cicilia blinked, surprised by the girl's sudden answer. What was that all about...? Cute, but weird it seemed...

Sayumi looked to have come to the same conclusion, her face reddening a substantial amount before she followed up with a question: What were her ground-rules. A simple enough one she supposed and it was nice of her to ask though the german still looked at her with a sideways glance.... What was she thinking...?

"I mean... the same as anyone's I guess... So long as you leave the place clean enough and throw your trash in the trash when we're done, that's just about all I ask. My place isn't the biggest so I can't just leave stuff lying around, you know?"

The boxer shrugged, tucking her hands into her hoodie pockets lightly, the coolness of their shade enveloping her fingers lovingly. It would've been rude to point out how... nervous Sayumi was acting, almost like Cicilia had her at gunpoint or something. It wasn't a pleasant nervousness either, like the anticipation of looking forward to this.... This, in turn, made Cicilia nervous, like she was now walking through a mine-field. One wrong step and there went their relationship, whatever that was now. Of course, she might've been over thinking it... T'was more comforting to think that way, how untrue it may or may not have been.

Cicilia still had the sash Sayumi had given her in her bag, the boxer acutely aware of it's presence among her stuff. The Lavender cutie said to have taken care of it and yet... she hadn't asked for it back just yet... Did she forget about it...? Hmmm... Maybe she'd return it to her once they both had their fill. She gestured further down the beach behind her with a crane of her neck, her expression somewhat neutral.

"Ready to go?"