[ At that, she bursts into a fit of melodic laughter, sharing the mirth of the small, exaggerated attempt to impersonate him. She preens from the victory, despite blushing hard from the embarrassment. ]
Oh-- oh, no, please no. [ She waves a hand.
...Then again, they did have quite the time in the Regalia a few months ago-- ] I just... There's no way I could replicate your charm, but. I supposed I ended up flirting with you in a very unprincely way. [ Come to think of it, he never really did much flirting. Their falling, when just starting off, had been fairly stained because they had both lost others before then.
So, she's not sure how he would flirt, exactly. Not that it mattered, because evidentially, he didn't need to flirt with her at all to woo her. ]
I don't even know how to flirt in a princely way. Never done it before, and now I don't really have to, so...
[Here he's got a girlfriend, and back home it's a moot point anyway. What a fortunate man he is, to never have to navigate the perils of the dating scene...!]
The guys used to say I was clueless a lot when it came to girls. I probably just do whatever it is you like by accident.
[ She leans forward, just enough to tap him upon his nose, her smile coy. ]
That means you’re all natural at charming others.
[ He had just been himself and she still fell for him! No flirting needed! Which just reaffirms her belief that he’s easily lovable, so much so that he doesn’t need to try. ]
[She'd certainly charmed him in more or less no time at all. Looking back, he's reasonably sure he was into her well before she was technically "available", he'd just been so clueless to his own interests until it all came to a head.]
[ Good.... good question. Do compliments count? She believed that they do when the intent is different, technically, because she gives compliments to everyone and obviously doesn’t flirt with everyone.
But she’s going to try, calling back to one key time she had been trying to assess his feelings for her: ] Noct...
[ She steps up to him, and hand going to his shoulder. ]
He ponders for a moment what a good answer is - honest? is honest too sad? or be vague maybe? how is this flirting?? - before finally shrugging his shoulders, though only lightly since she's got her hand on one.]
[ She hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her expression-- because taking up too much of his time is indeed a real concern of hers-- but this is supposed to be fun, unserious, and flirty, so...
Her hand upon his shoulder moves. Now, it's a playful finger just beneath his chin. ]
All I need is just a moment of your time. Not too much.
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Oh-- oh, no, please no. [ She waves a hand.
...Then again, they did have quite the time in the Regalia a few months ago-- ] I just... There's no way I could replicate your charm, but. I supposed I ended up flirting with you in a very unprincely way. [ Come to think of it, he never really did much flirting. Their falling, when just starting off, had been fairly stained because they had both lost others before then.
So, she's not sure how he would flirt, exactly. Not that it mattered, because evidentially, he didn't need to flirt with her at all to woo her. ]
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I don't even know how to flirt in a princely way. Never done it before, and now I don't really have to, so...
[Here he's got a girlfriend, and back home it's a moot point anyway. What a fortunate man he is, to never have to navigate the perils of the dating scene...!]
The guys used to say I was clueless a lot when it came to girls. I probably just do whatever it is you like by accident.
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That means you’re all natural at charming others.
[ He had just been himself and she still fell for him! No flirting needed! Which just reaffirms her belief that he’s easily lovable, so much so that he doesn’t need to try. ]
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The, uh. The feeling's mutual?
[She'd certainly charmed him in more or less no time at all. Looking back, he's reasonably sure he was into her well before she was technically "available", he'd just been so clueless to his own interests until it all came to a head.]
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Oh, but it’s never too late to start flirting.
[ The look in her eyes may give away that that is exactly what she’s going to try to do. Flirting! With her boyfriend! ]
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[But they're already... ah, whatever. He can tell she wants to just by looking at her expression.]
Well, you tried flirting like a prince. [Poorly and hilariously, but still.] How do you flirt like you?
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But she’s going to try, calling back to one key time she had been trying to assess his feelings for her: ] Noct...
[ She steps up to him, and hand going to his shoulder. ]
Do you ever get lonely?
[ —He better not say nah because he has a dog. ]
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He ponders for a moment what a good answer is - honest? is honest too sad? or be vague maybe? how is this flirting?? - before finally shrugging his shoulders, though only lightly since she's got her hand on one.]
Sometimes, maybe.
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Sweetly, ] Oh, no! Someone as handsome as you... shouldn't be lonely! We can spend that time together?
[ She's terrible at attempting to flirt "naturally" too. ]
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[He never promised this would be easy. ...Also there's a reason his bros called him clueless. Even when he knows it's coming...!]
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Her hand upon his shoulder moves. Now, it's a playful finger just beneath his chin. ]
All I need is just a moment of your time. Not too much.
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Right now's good for me.
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Close your eyes.
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There.
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Amazing... for just a second, I felt less lonely.
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Does this mean my flirting worked?
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[On account of him being 1000% smitten.]
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Oh, but speaking about the Regalia...
Could I borrow it for something?
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[ It’s! A secret! ]
I only need to take some measurements. That’s all.
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What, like for the upholstery or something?
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It’s a secret.
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[Like... he inherited it, so it's half-his... but also not... it's dad's car...]
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