[Even though it's been months since Wilhelm followed Rhy around with puppy eyes, watching and waiting for something to happen, he still unfortunately feels a prickle of heat in his face when Hilda asks that. He busies himself with the next shrimp victim as he puts together an answer.]
Uh...yeah, I guess. We're friends.
[This shrug is very casual.
He pauses, because he's not sure how many of these things he should prepare. Despite being called shrimp, they're pretty big. (He's definitely not thinking about all of this to avoid thinking about his rather bruised and sore love life.)]
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Uh...yeah, I guess. We're friends.
[This shrug is very casual.
He pauses, because he's not sure how many of these things he should prepare. Despite being called shrimp, they're pretty big. (He's definitely not thinking about all of this to avoid thinking about his rather bruised and sore love life.)]