@icefangedsuite ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ ˖᯽ ˖
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That's a chuckle leaving him ... It seemed SOMEONE was being playful today. A hand raises to his chin, a hum now heard, as if feigning ignorance – Until he turns around scooping up the small lady to be now over his shoulder. ❝ Hi there princess. Need something? ❞
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This wasn't exactly an uncommon situation between the two of them—in fact, it was more common than not. Where she would poke the metaphorical bear who was more similar to a chiot {puppy}. Somehow, each time she did so, Wrio would catch her off-guard almost immediately. Furina grasped at Wriothesley's jacket tightly as she lost contact with the floor, letting out a high-pitched squeak of alarm. She couldn't even get a single word out in her embarrassment as her whole face turned bright red and she gaped like a fish out of water.
❝Um, um...❞ She floundered pathetically before she let her head relax against his back resigned to her fate as shoulder princess. She exhaled heavily as she nestled her head against his collarbone. Furina closed her eyes, failing to find words as she often did. No Neuvillette to fill in the absence of her thoughts and tell her what to say or do, which was both distressing and relieving.
❝No, I suppose not, this is good.❞ She whispered, letting herself just rest for a few seconds in Wrio's arms. It felt delightful to not fill the desperate void between her and the misunderstandings that may arise from her lack of adequate prompt response.
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