HIS TALES ARE SOMETHING FUN TO LISTEN TO. or so she thinks, the way he speaks of them. it sounds like a fondness that one should have for such little moments in one's life 一 moments she, herself, had been robbed of since she was only sixteen. maybe that was why she seems to focus so intensely despite the drink she had had, lips turning into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, though still something genuine enough. ❝ Wow. They should've known better. I totally get it. Half the time my team has to take away my alcohol when we have a mission to go on. ❞ but that didn't mean she knew where to keep some secret stashes just in case.
❝ I still think you should've made it a dance, though! Something like that? It'd like, be really unique. I bet nobody could think of recreating it! ❞ she lets out a little laugh, the twirl something fun, if not just a tad dizzying. ❝ That way, even if you're drunk, you can do it out of respect for royalty and all that, too, ❞ she adds, allowing him to keep the lead now. her feet are graceful, making room for his own when needed, the balls of her feet light with every step and...
❝ W-Wait. You were just joking about actually being a prince, right? ❞ she knows he wasn't. throughout this whole time, he'd been nothing but earnest, charmingly so, in response, and yet she still can't help but feel a surreal sense of realization strike her.