His shoulders violently shake as he laughs at how red Martin's face becomes.
"Careful, you'll end up passing out if you aren't careful." Nero wonders if he lavishes enough compliments if his "friend" is going to forget what kind of person that he is. The elf certainly hopes not, but also he kind of hopes that he does; it means that he gets to see the look of horror on Martin's face anew when the human sees what he can really do.
"She's a real cutie. But not sure if you'll be able to meet her, not with how all of us are splitting up, still... I can tell you she's a sweetie and she's someone who keeps her word." The elf continues on with his singing of praises. There is a sing-song way that he talks about Eponine, like he's retelling a favorite nursery rhyme. It's the sound of someone that is exceptionally fond of an idea rather than a person.
"Would you?" His ears give a little wiggle. "I'd appreciate it! Would you also hold my hand when we go through?" He pulls one of his hands free from the half-pile of clothes he hands; he spreads his fingers and waves it slowly in the air.
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"Careful, you'll end up passing out if you aren't careful." Nero wonders if he lavishes enough compliments if his "friend" is going to forget what kind of person that he is. The elf certainly hopes not, but also he kind of hopes that he does; it means that he gets to see the look of horror on Martin's face anew when the human sees what he can really do.
"She's a real cutie. But not sure if you'll be able to meet her, not with how all of us are splitting up, still... I can tell you she's a sweetie and she's someone who keeps her word." The elf continues on with his singing of praises. There is a sing-song way that he talks about Eponine, like he's retelling a favorite nursery rhyme. It's the sound of someone that is exceptionally fond of an idea rather than a person.
"Would you?" His ears give a little wiggle. "I'd appreciate it! Would you also hold my hand when we go through?" He pulls one of his hands free from the half-pile of clothes he hands; he spreads his fingers and waves it slowly in the air.