[ She entertains herself for a moment, turning the bracelet on her wrist while the shadow hangs over her shoulder like a helpful sentinel. There's enough distractions to keep her from noticing how little he's blinking, and instead attributes the apparent intensity of his stare to the eye color and — probably something that's none of her business. ]
Thanks.
[ A half-smirk. If there was a bad faith interpretation of his approval, she fails to take that route. Maybe she's not in such a poor mood after all. One moment is spared to think about the silent offer, the other to try to read what's written on the candy, but it's too small and she isn't close enough. Tipping her chin, ]
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Thanks.
[ A half-smirk. If there was a bad faith interpretation of his approval, she fails to take that route. Maybe she's not in such a poor mood after all. One moment is spared to think about the silent offer, the other to try to read what's written on the candy, but it's too small and she isn't close enough. Tipping her chin, ]
What's it say? On the heart.