[Okay, he can't not laugh at that. It's silly and probably doesn't suit her much at all, but she's on point. Whimsical! What a thing to say to a very cool prince.]
You can't get this stylish just by mussing it up, you know. You have to work for it!
[Having a really weird and natural fluff helps, too, otherwise he'd be screwed in this place with minimal hair gel options.]
You can't get this stylish just by mussing it up, you know. You have to work for it!
[Having a really weird and natural fluff helps, too, otherwise he'd be screwed in this place with minimal hair gel options.]
[Looking cute or handsome is one thing- he's not an idiot, he's gotten the stares back home. Attractive can have different connotations, not that it's her fault that he's fussy like this. Her follow-up catches him by surprise, though.]
I, uh. ...Thanks? I mean, you're also- [oh god no.] You're very- [OH GOD NO
.....
He coughs into a fist and lifts the other for a somewhat desperate bump.]
We make a good-looking team.
I, uh. ...Thanks? I mean, you're also- [oh god no.] You're very- [OH GOD NO
.....
He coughs into a fist and lifts the other for a somewhat desperate bump.]
We make a good-looking team.
[Was her intention to get him absolutely gobsmacked? Because it's working. Oh boy is it ever working. Blue eyes wide, his mouth opens, shuts, opens again. He tries to respond but there are no words. Will it ever stop amazing him that she can just say these things, just openly and earnestly, like it's as true as she believes it to be? Dazzling. What a word to use. He can't even say that she's wrong, either, it's just not the kind of praise he normally gets.]
...I... thanks...?
[His voice is somewhat strained, as if every word is struggling to even exist, he's that much at a loss for what to say. Hard enough to respond when Luna does it, when they have all that history, but this...!]
...I... thanks...?
[His voice is somewhat strained, as if every word is struggling to even exist, he's that much at a loss for what to say. Hard enough to respond when Luna does it, when they have all that history, but this...!]
[He knows this, absolutely. With a defeated exhale he reaches up to take her hand, gentle but unsubtle, and pulls it away from his face- only to pat her palm against her own cheek.]
Focus on this one instead. You're red all over.
[Red hair, red eyes, red outfit... he may not be as effective at getting her to blush (understatement of the century there) but that's not the only game to play. He knows when he's beaten at that.]
Focus on this one instead. You're red all over.
[Red hair, red eyes, red outfit... he may not be as effective at getting her to blush (understatement of the century there) but that's not the only game to play. He knows when he's beaten at that.]
Yep. And then some.
[And... that's it, he has no retaliation that can compare to hers. Trying would just put him in the same corner, and he ought to know better than to trap himself. Although, on that note-]
You must've killed it at that ribbon thing the priests have been doing all month.
[And... that's it, he has no retaliation that can compare to hers. Trying would just put him in the same corner, and he ought to know better than to trap himself. Although, on that note-]
You must've killed it at that ribbon thing the priests have been doing all month.
[He blinks.]
Wait, really? You didn't have to do anything.
[Being away from Eos, and the lack of normal shops around town, he hadn't given much thought to the winter holidays here. He figured he'd go the route of "let's go somewhere on my dime" sort of gift, if anything.]
Wait, really? You didn't have to do anything.
[Being away from Eos, and the lack of normal shops around town, he hadn't given much thought to the winter holidays here. He figured he'd go the route of "let's go somewhere on my dime" sort of gift, if anything.]
[....
That... sure is a toga, yep. He holds it up to let it unfurl into his lap, staring down at it for a long moment. It does look and feel quite nice, a cozy fabric and a dashing cape. Just. Kind of a shame that it is what it is.]
...Are... you sure that box wasn't for Somnus?
[Because it's a toga. Pyra, did you know that box had a toga in it.]
That... sure is a toga, yep. He holds it up to let it unfurl into his lap, staring down at it for a long moment. It does look and feel quite nice, a cozy fabric and a dashing cape. Just. Kind of a shame that it is what it is.]
...Are... you sure that box wasn't for Somnus?
[Because it's a toga. Pyra, did you know that box had a toga in it.]
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