[ Her shoes! Her lovely, precious shoes! Before she can wiggle off to bound after him in bare feet however, she’s being lifted off the ground by Sylvain. Logically she knows that it’s more trouble than it’d be worth to scramble off his back so with a huff of resignation flutters she flops all of her weight onto Sylvain instead. Also, she’ll never admit that the breeze does feel lovely on her bare feet.
Soon enough her head burrowed in the crook of his neck. In the cover of night and being out of eyeshot from the man carrying her she hopes the flush at the compliment goes unnoticed. Her gaze lifts, keeping a steady watch on Claude’s silhouette although she’ll tell anyone who does notice that that it’s because she’s keeping a watchful eye on her shoes that are being carried in such a ridiculous manner upon his palm. ]
Stop, they were not. I think the kazoo was the best part about that gift bag, personally. And the dancing. And the performances. You two had enough to eat, right?
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[ Her shoes! Her lovely, precious shoes! Before she can wiggle off to bound after him in bare feet however, she’s being lifted off the ground by Sylvain. Logically she knows that it’s more trouble than it’d be worth to scramble off his back so with a huff of resignation flutters she flops all of her weight onto Sylvain instead. Also, she’ll never admit that the breeze does feel lovely on her bare feet.
Soon enough her head burrowed in the crook of his neck. In the cover of night and being out of eyeshot from the man carrying her she hopes the flush at the compliment goes unnoticed. Her gaze lifts, keeping a steady watch on Claude’s silhouette although she’ll tell anyone who does notice that that it’s because she’s keeping a watchful eye on her shoes that are being carried in such a ridiculous manner upon his palm. ]
Stop, they were not. I think the kazoo was the best part about that gift bag, personally. And the dancing. And the performances. You two had enough to eat, right?