never be the one to deny that he possesses a soft heart, the silver head is—it was the very reason behind his descension, he’s aware—but is being easily swept and fazed by impulsive thoughts under the same cause?
it feels way too humane. he doesn’t understand. / @LanceOfStrife
deep breath taken, thinking gear started turning and clanking inside that curiousity bound head; which one of the 𝒇𝒖𝒏 plans he put on his list shall he speak of the moment the familiar face he’s expecting enters his sight?
a series of knocking sounds arrive then in rhythm,
and, heaven, he swears it’s not helping.
“no, no, you’re ... mistaken. ‘twas nothing. you saw nothing ..., ” he sighed a low murmur. it sounds more like a pitiful plea, one level below whisper, utter resignation lacing the whole stuttered sentence. “stop looking, please.”
because, how dare he jumped into such conclusion, such idea picturing himself in exactly as you said; playing 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆.
“I—” thank God it’s his voice pouring out and not his meal earlier. “—simply wanted ... to help ....” it quiets down eventually. / @LanceOfStrife
surely, you didn’t mean it that way and he was just bad at controlling the way his mind works wonder. one thing he failed to consider though is 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 thought may instead bring him the worst degree of embarrassment he would need to turn on his back and hide from you.
silent murmur, worry is awfully apparent on the gentle countenance, yet stuck in his throat it is alongside this bitter hesitation. both only managed to come out as a heavy sigh.
the question pulled him back within seconds. “yes?” rapid blink. “I mean—what?” / @LanceOfStrife
he went straight to grab a fibre cloth from a random drawer heaven knows since when did he memorize the information. he promptly wet it under running tap water, brought to wipe the wooden surface it goes.
“mm, I assumed that part is something you’d give a second thought too.”
“I’ll do some clean up while you eat.” what escaped from Nuel later was more akin to a declaration than asking. determined.
“y’know, maybe you should reconsider living all by yourself, Caey. what would even happen were I not here to handle these things?” / @LanceOfStrife
far too familiar, it’s not his first rodeo settling comfortably in your residence, the divine incarnate just knew where to drop the bag for you to pick up. “there’s butter croissant, nutella toast, and cheese corn scone.”
his eyes wander around the surrounding space thereafter.
“right—” he better put his heavy business down first before engaging in a conversation with someone; so off he went to free himself from the weight, to go back to face you more properly later.
“—now, d’ya have any idea what flowers I should go fetch, Miss?” / @quixorta
“ah, is that so?” hesitation was what greeted your query. “honestly, I only thought this room needs plants to freshen up the atmosphere a little. I don’t know much about floristry—that is.”
if his hands were not occupied, the lad would certainly be scratching his nape. *