A bit, [ He admits, sheepish. She can probably guess when, even if he left things off with Rutyer, well. Privately. ] 'Round an hour.
[ His cheeks are hot. It isn’t only for the day. Always embarrassing to lose your cool, worse, that she's said just the thing he'd hope for. Impressive. He wants so badly to be. Cedric stoops to deposit shield and helm, then leans over the fence. Metal creaks. ]
Just been feeling all — [ His chin tips, mouth pulls into shrug. ] — You too?
[ For the meeting. For the dead and gone. For the stifling summer sun, and a war that’s dragged on, and did she ever hear back from that brother? A thousand little kicks in the gut. ]
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[ His cheeks are hot. It isn’t only for the day. Always embarrassing to lose your cool, worse, that she's said just the thing he'd hope for. Impressive. He wants so badly to be. Cedric stoops to deposit shield and helm, then leans over the fence. Metal creaks. ]
Just been feeling all — [ His chin tips, mouth pulls into shrug. ] — You too?
[ For the meeting. For the dead and gone. For the stifling summer sun, and a war that’s dragged on, and did she ever hear back from that brother? A thousand little kicks in the gut. ]