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i’ll let caspar have a girlfriend but i’ll never let him live down the fact that he was 17 and didn’t know what a bra was

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duality of pretimeskip caspar: 

unknowingly uses dorothea’s bra as a handkerchief because he can’t recognize women’s underwear

shows bernadetta a really romantic view of the sunset in an attempt to get closer to her and help her calm down in their c-support

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  “ Oof, yeah, I’m DEFINITELY gonna feel that one tomorrow... But wow, so that’s what fighting a dragon’s like? I can’t wait to do it again!! ”

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  “ TAKE THAT! I did it, I really did it!! ” The Professor would HAVE to let him pass the next certification exam now, right??? 

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+*. @flamecrest | unprompted.

  ❝ Heya, Professor! Say, you look pretty tuckered out. ❞ CASPAR GREETS THE WOMAN JOVIALLY as if she were from his own house. Perhaps it's her youth — or at the very least the image of it — that encourages not only himself but just about every other student to do so. Put her in a uniform and she could have been mistaken easily for one of them, ripe and eager to learn from whatever the monastery had to offer.

The dock rests outside the general area for the dormitories, nobles and commoners alike, and it provides a calming scene late at night. The only sound out here besides their own voices is the subtle noises that the fish in the pond leave in their wake. A splash here, a splash there.

It reminds him a little of her in a way. Quiet but still able to find a way to make her presence known.

The youth brings a hand up to his hip, resting it there as he continues to strike up easy conversation with her: ❝ I guess it comes with the territory though. A mission to take out some bandits — I only wish we got to do cool stuff like that! I didn't get sent here just to sit on my butt all day anyway, jeez. ❞

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To Caspar, the cause of Grima demise: Are you physically okay?? That ram into your side looked like it hurt!!

““““yes”““““

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And here comes Annette, arms spread wide for a victory hug. ❝ You did it Caspar! To tell the truth I was a bit worried, but I guess really shouldn't have by the looks of it. So, how's it feel Mr. Champion? ❞

  ANNETTE’S ARMS ARE INVITING and Caspar goes for it, running to her and wrapping his arms around her and just barely lifts her up off the ground so her feet touch the air. His height doesn’t lend itself well for this quite yet, but he carries along with it anyway in the excitement of the victory and the desire to show off his strength in any way he can.

His hug isn’t picture perfect; he’s still neglected to even wipe off the sweat rolling down his face and limbs from all the extra energy he put into that last match, but he cannot bring himself to care. He spins her around once before letting her back down to the earth again, flashing his teeth through his grin from up close.

“ You were watching, huh? But to answer your question: GREAT! My heart can’t stop racing just thinking about it! ” His body feels like it’s reliving the fight with how his heart races, and his grin can’t stop growing bigger and bigger. “ Champion… Champion… I like the sound of it! ” He embraces her again, tighter this time, his grip as strong as his glee.

“ Enter again next time and I’ll be the one to give you a favor! I know you can win one too, so don’t give up! ”

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tomestobetold replied to your post: Linhardt: "Congratulations, Caspar, I'm surprised...

“Yes, yes, I saw. I didn’t fall asleep for a moment of it, I promise. You were quite impressive.”

  “ This one’s going up in my dorm room when we’re getting back! ”