[ what he hadn’t expected, maybe, was the aid in securing his scarf over his alteration without a word to it that possibly said more than if she had mentioned it. falco had never expected the best in others when it was so minimal, but it was something he’d always give and always hoped he’d see. standing completely still and nearly holding his breath to let her do her work— he nods, tucking away the name romeo to later search the reference and now, offer her just his eyes— hazel! a sweet hazel gaze that might have well been a melting square of marshmallow. a hint of a smile stressed the corners of his lips and were only seen by the way his cheeks rounded by his eyelids. yeah. he didn’t like pervert, but he didn’t mind the rest one bit. ]
Thank you, Miss Carmilla.
[ austen, she’ll hear him repeating under his breath and behind his newly fixed scarf, a mindful hand brushing by the knitting in reflection of the help (both with his clothes and the recommendations) just offered and already so easily made his chest feel warm as he regarded her before walking back toward the halls of the open library. austen. ]
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Thank you, Miss Carmilla.
[ austen, she’ll hear him repeating under his breath and behind his newly fixed scarf, a mindful hand brushing by the knitting in reflection of the help (both with his clothes and the recommendations) just offered and already so easily made his chest feel warm as he regarded her before walking back toward the halls of the open library. austen. ]