[ please, she didn't mean for it to be funny. ... okay, well. maybe a little.
lumine takes a seat on a chair across him, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her chin as she listens to him whineβor the closest to a whine he could ever make. a smile plays on her lips, closing her eyes as she tries to imagine his exasperation for the entire day. ]
You have no idea how many times he's mentioned you to me. Something about seeing you in action, how it was quite a scene, how he even ...
[ she trails off like luke did during their conversation, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. although she's pretty sure the man didn't mean it that way. ]
I honestly think he's enamoured with you, Lord Tartaglia.
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lumine takes a seat on a chair across him, resting her elbows on the table and cupping her chin as she listens to him whineβor the closest to a whine he could ever make. a smile plays on her lips, closing her eyes as she tries to imagine his exasperation for the entire day. ]
You have no idea how many times he's mentioned you to me. Something about seeing you in action, how it was quite a scene, how he even ...
[ she trails off like luke did during their conversation, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. although she's pretty sure the man didn't mean it that way. ]
I honestly think he's enamoured with you, Lord Tartaglia.