[ Not yet? Oh, Allen glances for a second back at the lemon cakes and would normally be a touch mournful to be told to wait, but is too blissfully content to mind for once in his life.
He tips his head lightly to the side at hearing about Kizu. She is? It's lightly curious as he was too distracted to notice her leave before, but realizes now he hasn't seen her since before dinner. It piques his interest, but he keeps it to himself and sidles a little closer to watch as Shouto has begun to brew the tea. ]
Ehhh, Earl Grey does? [ His voice pitches up, somewhat amazed. When did you learn about tea and dessert pairings? Though, Shouto has always had a way with tea so it isn't all that surprising. ] Mn! It was always a treat to have.
[ One he rarely could afford, Mr. Orders Hot Water Because It's Free. But he settles in next to Shouto with familiarity, never getting tired of watching him less because Allen is interested in the brewing of tea, but enjoying seeing him work with such natural precision and dedication. Does he find it relaxing? It's something he's probably asked him in passing when watching him.
When he turns back and presses his shoulder to Allen's, he smiles and leans against him. Peaceable and content to watch the fireflies at play along the water's edge, bare feet swishing gently in the cool water as he plays with the more daring one of the koi. The moon touches on the pale, vaguely luminescent glow of lunar flowers that had began to blossom in the last few weeks around the house as well. Wardens against corruption and supposedly a blessing of Moon Presence.
The night feels softer, possibly because of the faint pink hue of the moonlight, and at Shouto's observation Allen has to blink what feels like a lull away before he looks up too. Even the silvery hue of his hair catching the warmer light and reflecting a rosier glow as his expression becomes softer. Contemplative. ]
When it's like this, I can't help but feel like she's a little happier.
[ He smiles, eyes hooding as his expression becomes faraway, gentle and a little bittersweet. ]
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He tips his head lightly to the side at hearing about Kizu. She is? It's lightly curious as he was too distracted to notice her leave before, but realizes now he hasn't seen her since before dinner. It piques his interest, but he keeps it to himself and sidles a little closer to watch as Shouto has begun to brew the tea. ]
Ehhh, Earl Grey does? [ His voice pitches up, somewhat amazed. When did you learn about tea and dessert pairings? Though, Shouto has always had a way with tea so it isn't all that surprising. ] Mn! It was always a treat to have.
[ One he rarely could afford, Mr. Orders Hot Water Because It's Free. But he settles in next to Shouto with familiarity, never getting tired of watching him less because Allen is interested in the brewing of tea, but enjoying seeing him work with such natural precision and dedication. Does he find it relaxing? It's something he's probably asked him in passing when watching him.
When he turns back and presses his shoulder to Allen's, he smiles and leans against him. Peaceable and content to watch the fireflies at play along the water's edge, bare feet swishing gently in the cool water as he plays with the more daring one of the koi. The moon touches on the pale, vaguely luminescent glow of lunar flowers that had began to blossom in the last few weeks around the house as well. Wardens against corruption and supposedly a blessing of Moon Presence.
The night feels softer, possibly because of the faint pink hue of the moonlight, and at Shouto's observation Allen has to blink what feels like a lull away before he looks up too. Even the silvery hue of his hair catching the warmer light and reflecting a rosier glow as his expression becomes softer. Contemplative. ]
When it's like this, I can't help but feel like she's a little happier.
[ He smiles, eyes hooding as his expression becomes faraway, gentle and a little bittersweet. ]
At least, I'd like to believe that.