For a short moment he feared things were never going to be the same again.
It felt like a small very tiny monster was itching and biting into the back of his head, digging a deep well of guilt and blame inside of him which he would never be able to empty- a tiny monster which was knocked out of his place short moments after. Quite literally, to be exact, for Wren’s shoulder punched him right in the nose, making him see white room, picarats and puzzle pieces flashing all around him.
A muffled “Ouch” was mumbled into his hand when both of the children unlocked and stepped away from each other, giving him the free, unoccupied-by-hugs space for his arms to reach out for the place of accident. His face felt numb, but, nonetheless, a smile formed in his features eventually, shining together with pain-filled eyes at the young girl as reply to her animated change of mood.
“Y-Yehw, ovv courth, I’d do thaht! That’s the leasths thing I cahn do!”
Noticing the pain leaving his breathing organ and that he probably sounds like a downright idiot with a closed nose, he removed his hands and put them to his side, freely facing his friend now. There was no second question, he liked her the most when she was smiling and almost chirping…
“An’ if you don’t, I’m gonna deck you next time ‘round, regardless of the pretty little promises for grand adventures and big dinners next time!”
Even when her last words sent a shuddering scare down his spine.
“A promise is a promise, and this time I’m gonna keep it!”, the puzzler declared almost in a shout, putting one hand over the place of his chest where the heart was laying. He was sincere. “Do you have some time this evening? Would that be a good- uhm. A good day?”
Colour flushed his pale cheeks as the word ‘Date’ had been so close to cross his lips. Fortunately (for him at least), he was able to professionally replace those syllables with something else, though still leaving him puzzled by the question where that thought had come from. A thin flow of red made his way out of his nose.
It wouldn't do to read too much into the situation, she had to keep reminding herself of that as she shoved the handkerchief into his hand, a few more napkins from her pockets following shortly thereafter.
Having deemed that problem mostly dealt with, Wren twisted her face up comically. It would be nice to muck around with him a bit more, although he could hopefully tell that she was joking.
"Nah, today's a real bad day. Mum's got me working on baking again, especially since Socket's been out -" A snort erupted, she reached out to playfully take a whack at his shoulder regardless of how he felt.
Was she putting up a big display of bravado in attempt to cover up the giddiness she felt? It was just a set time to share a meal with a friend, albeit a good friend, a very good friend, but nothing more. The baker-in-training shuddered the thought away, replacing it with another large grin.
"Get that blood off or something and then I might consider it," she corrected herself. She wouldn't say no, either way. "Isn't it gonna be kinda hard to get out to someplace outta Misthallery, though? Or is it in this old place anyway?"
