Since were both not using excuses anymore, it looks like I wont have to pretend the food I pick up is for Mephisto either. [ sometimes all it takes is one person to drop their pretenses first...
even if he was probably devastatingly obvious from the start. ]
[ iām thirsty so i am taking this opportunity to turn it into actionā¦
a motorcycle probably isnāt the most ideal form of travel when youāre carrying a gun, dinner, and flowers, but listenā¦ he makes it work. while sylus does upkeep his usual nonchalance about him, thereās also, inarguably, something else to his demeanor. at least, in the way the corner of his lips upturn, or even in how he hums a soft tune (albeit, not particularly well. his musical talents arenāt for everyoneā¦)
while ( caps voice ) in theory he could have had employed any number of slightly obnoxious ways of making his presence known, sylus surprisingly ends up knocking like a regular person. is this improvement? ]
[ thanks for being normal about announcing his presence. honestly, she wasn't expecting him to bring his bike, but then again, she probably should have. how he makes it work is unknowable to her, but when he shows up at her doorstep with all of that in his arms, she can't even pretend to hide the surprise on her face. ]
Let me, [ she says, reaching out for the flowers and the dinner so he can at least free a hand, the surprise in her expression melting down into a gentle smile. ] Thank you, they're lovely.
[ does she even have a vase for the flowers... maybe. anyway, the gesture is nice, as well as the fact that he came all this way. ]
[ admittedly, he likes the surprise on her face. however, subtle it may or may not have been, he is genuinely pleased by it. he doesn't make a secret of it, and it's clear even in the light, subdued chuckle he releases.
while there's a lot he could have said, he simply leaves it to the flowers to fill any lapse in initial conversation. while his expression doesn't shift, his eyes themselves probably convey his emotions well enough. there's a certain softness to them, even how they linger on her features, and as he lets himself in. he takes in the sight of the inside of her home, almost like he's committing the general design to memory. ]
I heard wine goes well with most dishes. [ he's probably gifted her several by now...
listen, gift giving is one of the many love languages sylus can speak to clorinde, okay. ]
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Yes.
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Since were both not using excuses anymore, it looks like I wont have to pretend the food I pick up is for Mephisto either. [ sometimes all it takes is one person to drop their pretenses first...
even if he was probably devastatingly obvious from the start. ]
oh š³
Was that supposed to be an excuse as well?
[ he did buy her a gun... that's practically a love confession. ]
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A date.
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Then I'll be expecting you at 7.
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a motorcycle probably isnāt the most ideal form of travel when youāre carrying a gun, dinner, and flowers, but listenā¦ he makes it work. while sylus does upkeep his usual nonchalance about him, thereās also, inarguably, something else to his demeanor. at least, in the way the corner of his lips upturn, or even in how he hums a soft tune (albeit, not particularly well. his musical talents arenāt for everyoneā¦)
while ( caps voice ) in theory he could have had employed any number of slightly obnoxious ways of making his presence known, sylus surprisingly ends up knocking like a regular person. is this improvement? ]
im crying
Let me, [ she says, reaching out for the flowers and the dinner so he can at least free a hand, the surprise in her expression melting down into a gentle smile. ] Thank you, they're lovely.
[ does she even have a vase for the flowers... maybe. anyway, the gesture is nice, as well as the fact that he came all this way. ]
Would you like anything to drink?
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while there's a lot he could have said, he simply leaves it to the flowers to fill any lapse in initial conversation. while his expression doesn't shift, his eyes themselves probably convey his emotions well enough. there's a certain softness to them, even how they linger on her features, and as he lets himself in. he takes in the sight of the inside of her home, almost like he's committing the general design to memory. ]
I heard wine goes well with most dishes. [ he's probably gifted her several by now...
listen, gift giving is one of the many love languages sylus can speak to clorinde, okay. ]