[ Even if he might not like the one he tested out, that didn't mean it was completely off the table either. Though now he takes a step to the side while she scribbles on the same sheet of paper. Drawing his curiosity, he sees the heart and cracks a little smile. ]
What's that saying? "Different strokes for different........."
[ That's about the time that Weiss adds her name and dots it. While his writing is legible, her handwriting is a lot more sophisticated. Of course it's befitting a Schnee, he figures. But it's how she leaves it, the smile of an angel and a tilt of her head as if to tell her to forgive her for the little tease... That's still not going to stop her Wagna from attempting to clear his throat with a flustered face. Squinting at her, he says nothing further. Not about that saying he was going to bring up, or what she's put down and preserved in this moment.
Calling him out for the day they met, was she? How much he liked her? That he got a crush on her? ]
...
[ He reaches for another pen, keeping a straight face all the while as his blush recedes. This time he's got red, a clickable gel pen that's sleek in its appearance and has a nice grip to it. A couple strokes here...a passing comment from his lips finally there... ]
no subject
[ Even if he might not like the one he tested out, that didn't mean it was completely off the table either. Though now he takes a step to the side while she scribbles on the same sheet of paper. Drawing his curiosity, he sees the heart and cracks a little smile. ]
What's that saying? "Different strokes for different........."
[ That's about the time that Weiss adds her name and dots it. While his writing is legible, her handwriting is a lot more sophisticated. Of course it's befitting a Schnee, he figures. But it's how she leaves it, the smile of an angel and a tilt of her head as if to tell her to forgive her for the little tease... That's still not going to stop her Wagna from attempting to clear his throat with a flustered face. Squinting at her, he says nothing further. Not about that saying he was going to bring up, or what she's put down and preserved in this moment.
Calling him out for the day they met, was she? How much he liked her? That he got a crush on her? ]
...
[ He reaches for another pen, keeping a straight face all the while as his blush recedes. This time he's got red, a clickable gel pen that's sleek in its appearance and has a nice grip to it. A couple strokes here...a passing comment from his lips finally there... ]
I'm just trying it.
[ It's just a joke, Weiss.
He likes this pen. ]