Oh. [ Old Ragna would have been more offended somehow, sputtering over his sentence the way he did when he texted her to go to the casino with him, only for her to taunt that she was busy. ...Okay Ragna still would react like that but in this case, he huffs as she turns around and saunters back into the dressing room. All while he clicks his tongue and looks off to the side. ] Neither was I.
[ You two. ]
Me? Nah, I'm good.
[ But now that the curtain is pulled back and she's just fixing her braid up a bit once more, he feels that he's got a new green light to come over now. The teasing moment from earlier is now gone, stuffed in the back of his mind as he leans to one side with his arms crossed whilst she keeps her hair pin between her teeth. ]
Want a hand with your hair? [ Whether she did or not though, he was still listening. ] Lunch works for me, by the by.
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[ You two. ]
Me? Nah, I'm good.
[ But now that the curtain is pulled back and she's just fixing her braid up a bit once more, he feels that he's got a new green light to come over now. The teasing moment from earlier is now gone, stuffed in the back of his mind as he leans to one side with his arms crossed whilst she keeps her hair pin between her teeth. ]
Want a hand with your hair? [ Whether she did or not though, he was still listening. ] Lunch works for me, by the by.