princesspuppeteer
A fair point. Though she was tempted to smile at his tongue-flicking, she was more preoccupied with the sudden feeling of hesitation. Yes, he was her friend, but she couldn’t talk about it. She just couldn’t. Why? She didn’t know.
Or did she?
“No, no, I’ll be fine. Besides… even if I’m not talking about it, being around you makes me feel better anyway!” Geez Briar, how mushy of you.
“Worry not, then~! I won’t go anywhere if it isssss what you wisssssh~.” That, and he actually didn’t have anywhere better to be, anyway. Satanick wasn’t a very busy man most of the time, and even when he was, usually it was someone in the castle who took care of it. How mushy indeed... but it was cute. He liked the idea that she enjoyed his presence, especially when not many actually did. “Glad to hear~! I’d hate to drag ssssssuch a pretty face down any further.”










