[It's hard to guess what she might be thinking of, looking at him like that. That she's content, happy even, that his attempt to keep things light didn't fail, that she's considering where next to guide the conversation or whether to let it linger on something as silly as skull motifs and glowing crystals that don't hurt people. with her sitting so close, he can feel her breathe - or the facade of breath, he doesn't know or especially care if it's real or not - and his eyes wander almost shyly between her features, marveling at how close she is and wondering what sort of favour would suit her best, to carry his family's motif. For Prompto, a bracelet, for Ignis cufflinks, for Gladio a belt chain of sorts. Pyra, he's not certain yet. Something more elegant, maybe a little flashy. Maybe he should ask a girl again, since he'd likely have done poorly with her clothes had Era not guided him.
When she speaks, his eyes drift back towards hers, though her gaze has dropped- and he wonders what exactly she's seeing. His smile, perhaps, as the topic she had chosen? Because he is smiling again, soft and subtle and almost without realizing it, uncertain but pleased at her attention.]
You've got enough practice by now to manage it, I think.
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When she speaks, his eyes drift back towards hers, though her gaze has dropped- and he wonders what exactly she's seeing. His smile, perhaps, as the topic she had chosen? Because he is smiling again, soft and subtle and almost without realizing it, uncertain but pleased at her attention.]
You've got enough practice by now to manage it, I think.