good manners will be rewarded.
❨ the blond recreates his mixture 𝓮xactly, not lessening any amount of ingredient for an honest opinion, for an honest man. then, he extends the hand holding stelle’s glass of marvel. ❩
go ahead. be truthful.
yes, please. < hands behind back, digits wrapping around own wrist——patiently waiting as mydei brings her another glass, albeit the slight zoning out into the distance. >
❨ eyes seemingly search for an answer within the latter’s own pair, scoffing after a fleeting pause as acceptance. ❩ … sanguine honey brew. its red is awfully nostalgic, that’s all.
mmh, i shall not argue much longer. if you wait with a little patience, i can get you your own share in mere moments. would you prefer a cautionary sip from mine or experiment with yours, i wonder? i can do either.
a gun remains a teaching tool, and knowledge is spared for those within my classroom. being feeble contributes elsewhere. grant me one sip, and i will tell you my opinion of this brew.
already plucked during their previous encounter. a frown adorns his face with a nose scrunched up in annoyance regarding his own impatience, but quickly recounting to a six. he hums, pleased, calling out to his opponent— ❩
six! hah, and what are you at, deliverer?
❨ mydeimos catches a glimpse at phainon’s desperate leap, clicking his tongue at the generated rush before finding a similar bush nearby, petals stained amber now littered across his palm.
he counts his achievements after the first bush, miscounting it with ones he had ⤰
( gah! mydei is fast as ever, already overtaking him. no matter, phainon takes action in what he does best: quick thinking! he fervently dives into a nearby bush with the roses, not wasting even a second to pick all that he can.
+
benefits— it would be a solid reason for your losses in sparring sessions. why not try the combination yourself to maybe advance your own palate, hm? ❨ light provocation with an accompanied desire to be appreciated. ❩
𝓹regnancy cravings?
❨ mydei reiterates, exasperation rising. the prince glances down at his drink, eyeing ivory particles of dairy before tearing away to a scowl directed at the deliverer. ❩
𝓱ks. it’s healthy, but it’s fathomable how you’re unaware of nutritious ⤰
ᅠ
don’t you think the richness of the dairy will ruin the acidic notes of the pomegranate .ᐣ anyone would swear you had pregnancy cravings with a palate like that .ᐟ hahaha .ᐟ
﹙ such was his idiosyncratic method of delivering a morning salutation. even perhaps »
ᅠᅠ
❨ a frown adorns his face as the voice is surely laced with ridicule. mydeimos rolls his eyes, the hand holding the transparent solid having an extended display as his free arm rests above the opposite elbow— a half-arm cross. ❩
hmph. and what’s that supposed to imply?
ᅠ
﹙ worldbearer’s interest always flared up inevitably at the sight of such strange fluid mixtures, needless to say. but watching cheese drop into the blend ... that was a bridge too far. that was downright savage. ﹚mydeimos .ᐟ a *bizarre taste you have .ᐟ *🙂
ᅠᅠ
it is not my sight that labels you as such, but more so my observation. knowledge and a gun is a lethal combo when used correctly, no? and, perhaps you’d like a sip to have some hands-on-learning.
just.. thinking. is that so wrong? you do it often it seems.
frail is truth, or has your perfect sight deceive you, crown prince? mm, but to mix it with honey brew … wouldn ‘t the flavours clash? your indulgence have admittedly intrigue me.
… if it was not distraction, then what seizes your mind?