( there's a laugh at that, because it's probably a ridiculous thing to say--but it may earn a bit of humor out of him, too, and she knows that he's capable of it, that there's more beneath his stoic exterior than just the same iron quiet that he tries to put up with. so she presses both of her hands together like she's pleading with him, or like she might be able to convince him to do it just by sheer willpower alone.
then again, if that doesn't work, then she'll be forced to try another tactic: twisting her expression into one of resolute sadness, her eyes round and waiting, glancing from the sky back to his wings and then, pointedly, to his face. )
Can you? Please? I don't feel right about it ending up somewhere else, and it has flowers from home...
( can't really say no to this face, can you, rude? come on. )
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( there's a laugh at that, because it's probably a ridiculous thing to say--but it may earn a bit of humor out of him, too, and she knows that he's capable of it, that there's more beneath his stoic exterior than just the same iron quiet that he tries to put up with. so she presses both of her hands together like she's pleading with him, or like she might be able to convince him to do it just by sheer willpower alone.
then again, if that doesn't work, then she'll be forced to try another tactic: twisting her expression into one of resolute sadness, her eyes round and waiting, glancing from the sky back to his wings and then, pointedly, to his face. )
Can you? Please? I don't feel right about it ending up somewhere else, and it has flowers from home...
( can't really say no to this face, can you, rude? come on. )