[Tartaglia's ears perk up the second he hears her boots clicking down the stairs, opening his eyes to look up to see her descending towards him, letting his head tilt back onto the back of the couch so he can lazily watch her approach until she sits with him. All in all, it's nice when he thinks about it. He can finally have these relaxing moments he'd always dreamed about, just the two of them together. Sparring with her was more of a reality, but when it came to quiet of being able to just sit and admire her openly, that was a fantasy until today. So he won't waste the opportunity.]
Is she asleep?
[He figured she'd gone upstairs to check on Paimon. If she were awake, there's no doubt that little fairy would fly down here and make a ruckus of some sort.]
All the better that she is, if so. That gives us more freedom. [(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧]
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Is she asleep?
[He figured she'd gone upstairs to check on Paimon. If she were awake, there's no doubt that little fairy would fly down here and make a ruckus of some sort.]
All the better that she is, if so. That gives us more freedom. [(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧]