[ To her credit - if she's allowed any sort of credit in this matter - Nebula doesn't falter as she speaks. Her attention never drops from Azem's and the color in her cheeks never heats up. This kind of admission appears far less a burden than a younger one might - but then after 800 years, things get a little easier. ]
Oh? Does it. It sounded like you wanted to make off with your flowers and go about your traveling.
[ She notes with a touch of teasing, leaning forward so her shoulder knocks with Azem's. Not moving away even as the other puts her work close to her - leave it to her to forget she said she'd need to be taught already. ]
[ Her mouth presses together. ]
I've asked. [ A little too quickly, defensively - not very much, rarely. Her fingers reach out to finger one of the flower's stems with a roll of her eyes: ] How do you know I don't? I could have asked a dozen times and you'd misunderstand, just like now.
[ It's not an accusation, the quirk upwards of a smile that is more teasingly affectionate than not is proof of it: ] You make it difficult. Maybe I should just show up and drag you there, like today.
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Oh? Does it. It sounded like you wanted to make off with your flowers and go about your traveling.
[ She notes with a touch of teasing, leaning forward so her shoulder knocks with Azem's. Not moving away even as the other puts her work close to her - leave it to her to forget she said she'd need to be taught already. ]
[ Her mouth presses together. ]
I've asked. [ A little too quickly, defensively - not very much, rarely. Her fingers reach out to finger one of the flower's stems with a roll of her eyes: ] How do you know I don't? I could have asked a dozen times and you'd misunderstand, just like now.
[ It's not an accusation, the quirk upwards of a smile that is more teasingly affectionate than not is proof of it: ] You make it difficult. Maybe I should just show up and drag you there, like today.