[ Hearing his name being called draws his attention back to her, consequently releasing the melodist from her struggle, as she would have no choice but to return the stare. It was that kind of look; determined to express everything that one's words could not. ]
Sorry. Got a bit carried away.
[ An apologetic smile on his lips, he lets the palm grasping the feather drop down onto his lap. ]
... Having your friendship is far more than I could ever ask for.
[ He might look the tiniest bit awkward as he speaks, but the sparks in his eyes shouldn't leave any doubts as to what he thinks of the gifts. ]
no subject
Sorry. Got a bit carried away.
[ An apologetic smile on his lips, he lets the palm grasping the feather drop down onto his lap. ]
... Having your friendship is far more than I could ever ask for.
[ He might look the tiniest bit awkward as he speaks, but the sparks in his eyes shouldn't leave any doubts as to what he thinks of the gifts. ]