[He says, cheekily, to match the cheeky grin. He has his hands in his pockets, appearing casual as he watches her reaction with some self-satisfaction. Clearly, though, some explanation is needed, which seems to amuse him just as much.
He unearths a hand from said pocket, wiggling his fingers ever so slightly at the little set-up he's created for them. And above, in arching, looping letters, seared warmly in the air with amber magic, reads:
His lips quirk.]
How about now?
[Is it still so unexpected when there's an obvious celebration to latch onto it, one that he definitely did not forget about.]
help i'm sorry
[He says, cheekily, to match the cheeky grin. He has his hands in his pockets, appearing casual as he watches her reaction with some self-satisfaction. Clearly, though, some explanation is needed, which seems to amuse him just as much.
He unearths a hand from said pocket, wiggling his fingers ever so slightly at the little set-up he's created for them. And above, in arching, looping letters, seared warmly in the air with amber magic, reads:
His lips quirk.]
How about now?
[Is it still so unexpected when there's an obvious celebration to latch onto it, one that he definitely did not forget about.]