cheeks grow scarlet at his words . “ I —- ” and okay , maybe she does want to kiss him . maybe the feeling is returned —- knows that’s what he wanted to say , she isn’t stupid .ignores the statement , looks away ( * LOOK AWAY ! ) because this is not the time for such things . even if she wants to , because she wants to be with her family above all .
“ you’re right —- of course you are . so , ask me more question : I’m sure I can answer them !” still , can’t help but think about what he’s said before —- focus ! “ you really think so ? ” smile grows again , impossibly wider . “ you know , with all these compliments , maybe you are a kiss - up . ”
Heart shatters as blue gaze parts from his ——— a FOOL he is. ( she had to think little of him, there could be no other thoughts in her mind right ??) His father always warned him of his m o u t h; one day he’d say the wrong thing && be killed. This however, almost seemed worse. Lips curl into a thin line, calloused hand running through auburn locks as he FORCES himself to back away ( but only slightly, he can’t ever seem to stray too far anymore ).
“You sure huh ?? Y’know, I think you might be getting too COCKY, perhaps we really are a bad influence on you.” A light quip ( oh so thankful for the change in topic, at least now he can SHOW OFF all he knows, his knowledge ). Digits tap along chin, eyes unmistakably falling to her lips. NO. A deep breath, a shake of the head, he forces out a light chuckle, eyes moving to stare out in front of him. “Who knows, maybe I am. I guess you are a bad influence on me too.” That damned crooked smirk‘pon his lips, there it is again. “Anyways ——” Flustered, brows knit deeply, a wrinkle appearing along his forehead. “—— How does the grand duchess like her tea ??”
