Uh, no it definitely wasn't ten. Nice try though. It was more like five which means you have two left today at most.
[ There's an unspoken, "If I'm feeling generous," lingers in the air by way of a threat along with the very telltale sound of attitude beginning to creep into her voice. Not enough yet to be annoyed because she's had a far better handle on keeping that particular emotion in check since her unofficial return to the loft, but enough to hint that it could go down that road should Claude push his luck. Which he would because it was Claude she was talking to who loved nothing more than to annoy her and seemed to love compliments from her even if they were prickly ones.
When she had agreed to go back to the loft for dinner the day they had found the wyvern she hadn't verbally agreed to or thought that she'd move back in then and there. Like so many things in her life she took it a day at a time, trying her best to squeeze every moment she could out of the time she was living. At least that's what she told herself. Her indecision and refusal to sleep there that evening had simply because she didn't want to intrude on the things she could see in front of her. The forced bed rest resulting in her staying had been one of the few good things to come from her near death experience even if she hadn't spoken to either of them about moving back in an official capacity.
The flip side of that also (unfortunately) means that she has to try and ease back into a semblance of normalcy - or new normalcy - with not just Sylvain but Claude too. Adjusting to a new dynamic is something she never thought she'd have to do especially with the latter.
Her gaze follows his towards the table. Wine did sound nice right about now. ]
To quote you, there's no harm in asking. Or maybe it's waiting for us at the end of this. Although with all our protests about not being a couple, I don't think they're going to buy that this is a date anymore.
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[ There's an unspoken, "If I'm feeling generous," lingers in the air by way of a threat along with the very telltale sound of attitude beginning to creep into her voice. Not enough yet to be annoyed because she's had a far better handle on keeping that particular emotion in check since her unofficial return to the loft, but enough to hint that it could go down that road should Claude push his luck. Which he would because it was Claude she was talking to who loved nothing more than to annoy her and seemed to love compliments from her even if they were prickly ones.
When she had agreed to go back to the loft for dinner the day they had found the wyvern she hadn't verbally agreed to or thought that she'd move back in then and there. Like so many things in her life she took it a day at a time, trying her best to squeeze every moment she could out of the time she was living. At least that's what she told herself. Her indecision and refusal to sleep there that evening had simply because she didn't want to intrude on the things she could see in front of her. The forced bed rest resulting in her staying had been one of the few good things to come from her near death experience even if she hadn't spoken to either of them about moving back in an official capacity.
The flip side of that also (unfortunately) means that she has to try and ease back into a semblance of normalcy - or new normalcy - with not just Sylvain but Claude too. Adjusting to a new dynamic is something she never thought she'd have to do especially with the latter.
Her gaze follows his towards the table. Wine did sound nice right about now. ]
To quote you, there's no harm in asking. Or maybe it's waiting for us at the end of this. Although with all our protests about not being a couple, I don't think they're going to buy that this is a date anymore.