[ He's expecting that reaction. From getting flustered to acting huffy about it, the amusement hasn't left his face the entire time that she's started scribbling away to start writing underneath it. Blinking, he leans in to have a look. The frowny face...and being called a huge horndog. Normally being labelled something like a pervert or a horndog would have riled him up and gotten under his skin; that was especially true back home when he had enough of a bad reputation with his criminal record to begin with.
He at least he enough willpower in him not to start laughing or chuckling. But as he gives her a knowing look, wiggling his pen that he's probably going to buy, he reaches over and slides the sheet of paper in front of himself.
...Sigh. ]
I'm not the sappy type...
[ But... ]
[ He definitely waited a little bit before adding in that quick stroke of a heart. ]
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He at least he enough willpower in him not to start laughing or chuckling. But as he gives her a knowing look, wiggling his pen that he's probably going to buy, he reaches over and slides the sheet of paper in front of himself.
...Sigh. ]
I'm not the sappy type...
[ But... ]
[ He definitely waited a little bit before adding in that quick stroke of a heart. ]