[ Speaking of which? It's his turn! Ragna...usually doesn't get the chance to try such fancy looking dishes. These would be more up Rachel's avenue in terms of elegance. But...that didn't mean it made it something he was against trying. In fact, as he takes a bite off the end of his cream puff, his eyes seem to briefly light up. He can't say he has a sweet tooth, but this earl grey? It adds a nice twist on the whole dessert. He simply hums his approval to her before he takes a bigger bite.
What a big big mistake.
"Oh, definitely." accompanied by what she says next. He stops chewing, letting the cream puff just melt a little in his mouth as he finds himself staring back at her. Wide-eyed, a muffled noise of an "Mn—!" Sitting down, this girl settled on the floor beneath him, fingers splayed as she gets all up in on his knee. His knee.
...and if those hands slipped, sliding further over or along the inside of his thigh—— ]
?!? [ There's a visible tremble in Ragna's eyes for a moment as he muffles behind sealed lips before forcing himself to swallow down the cream puff. Audibly. It wasn't just his face that was burning red again, but for the first time since he got here? Heat. Spreading through his chest as he prepares to lambaste her for...something. Saying anything right now more akin to barking because he suddenly feels like he's losing his grip. ] Hey, the hell's with—!!
[ "Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda—" aaand she's losing her shit because of her pun that does not go over his head. And suddenly that bubbling urge to bark dissipates, simmering...simmering... ]
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What a big big mistake.
"Oh, definitely." accompanied by what she says next. He stops chewing, letting the cream puff just melt a little in his mouth as he finds himself staring back at her. Wide-eyed, a muffled noise of an "Mn—!" Sitting down, this girl settled on the floor beneath him, fingers splayed as she gets all up in on his knee. His knee.
...and if those hands slipped, sliding further over or along the inside of his thigh—— ]
?!? [ There's a visible tremble in Ragna's eyes for a moment as he muffles behind sealed lips before forcing himself to swallow down the cream puff. Audibly. It wasn't just his face that was burning red again, but for the first time since he got here? Heat. Spreading through his chest as he prepares to lambaste her for...something. Saying anything right now more akin to barking because he suddenly feels like he's losing his grip. ] Hey, the hell's with—!!
[ "Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda—" aaand she's losing her shit because of her pun that does not go over his head. And suddenly that bubbling urge to bark dissipates, simmering...simmering... ]