[ An attempt is made to channel Lorenz again and specifically when the nobleman was on the verge of any of his many lectures on being proper to the two of them - more Claude, in particular. Some habits were eternal ones and not at all absolutely prodded into continuing on by him winding up Lorenz at nearly every chance he could for the sake of listening to the noble sputter while chuckling away.
Claude's sputtering himself now, but not at all for the same reasons. Amusement chokes every last one of those words even if he's settled his laughter (somewhat) by the time he gets up from his chair to dart over to where Hilda is. With any pretending of being upset or anything adjacent now an impossibility, Claude settles for something else: 'annoying' her with a little smothering in affection.
Only in the most positive of ways since when he leans down to where she's seated, it's to press obnoxious kiss after kiss along her face with one hand gently cradling whichever cheek he's not currently pressing his lips to. With words to go in between each, naturally. ]
Setting all this up? Making me run around for hours for a hidden message? [ He could go on with this feigned outrage, but instead Claude tips her chin up to kiss her gently on the mouth to break away with a grin considering prank or otherwise, this is still perfect to him. ] You might be onto something there. Don't think I won't remember this in a few months.
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[ An attempt is made to channel Lorenz again and specifically when the nobleman was on the verge of any of his many lectures on being proper to the two of them - more Claude, in particular. Some habits were eternal ones and not at all absolutely prodded into continuing on by him winding up Lorenz at nearly every chance he could for the sake of listening to the noble sputter while chuckling away.
Claude's sputtering himself now, but not at all for the same reasons. Amusement chokes every last one of those words even if he's settled his laughter (somewhat) by the time he gets up from his chair to dart over to where Hilda is. With any pretending of being upset or anything adjacent now an impossibility, Claude settles for something else: 'annoying' her with a little smothering in affection.
Only in the most positive of ways since when he leans down to where she's seated, it's to press obnoxious kiss after kiss along her face with one hand gently cradling whichever cheek he's not currently pressing his lips to. With words to go in between each, naturally. ]
Setting all this up? Making me run around for hours for a hidden message? [ He could go on with this feigned outrage, but instead Claude tips her chin up to kiss her gently on the mouth to break away with a grin considering prank or otherwise, this is still perfect to him. ] You might be onto something there. Don't think I won't remember this in a few months.