A slightly more detailed smile approached the surface at her admission— however gentle it was.
The little owlet hopped from his shoulder to the nearest chair. Yet Gus hardly noted the movement as he was so entranced by the woman in front of him.
“Have you?” Stammered the fragile tongue of Gus. The statement along strung with such praise on a delicate manner, he could hardly contain his usual silence.
He’s missed her too.
He’s certainly apologetic on his disappearance. They got suddenly flocked with new clients, allowing no room for personal matters.
He drove his attention down, hiding behind a bashful smile. He had missed Valentine’s Day, completely wrapped up in his work with Roger as it were. He’d forgotten to give Bunty anything…
Was there anything she wanted or needed from the little shops they passed, he wondered. He noticed her intrigue in a couple of items here or there, but never seemed too caved into them.
“Ooh, partied too much last night, did you?” Roger teased, keeping his voice lower by an octave. “Is it just a headache or do you feel like you’re going to throw up?”
She’s about to thank him when Roger burst in, and she instantly went wincing at the sound. Damn this pain.
“Oh… it’s… too much mulled wine last night. I’m alright,”
“Bunty.” He greeted in return. His voice not lifting further than a rabbit’s squeaks.
Anxiety crippled him somehow. What made this so different compared to their previous get togethers?
Oh, but worry he did. It didn’t matter what Bunty told him, there was always going to be a little worry crossing his mind for her.
He whisked his wand through the vacant doorway of the house. For the meantime, nothing seemed to change. It was only until a floating ~
~ grump on the street. He gave a small laugh, “Was wondering why there happened to be a floating rag. Didn’t know you came in, Gus Gus.”
Gus managed a little shh motion before placing the wet rag over Bunty’s cheek in a delicate way.
“Oh. Hi Miss Bunty.” ~
Gus pushed his smile higher. A fondness drifted to the surface of his glance the more he watched her make her way inside the many merchants’ shop. Vendors chatting with potential buyers about the items on their shelves, tables, and even in their hands. An admirable trade, Gus ~
Dinner it was and dinner it shall be.
In some weird happenstance, Gus felt himself—nervous— about the entire fact this dinner would be a change in their relationship. A huge change he didn’t know if he was quite ready for.