[ As her expression shifts to something more solemn, Ragna follows her. How she wanted him to consider her and only her. To want solely her. Funny enough, it was a familiar sensation. A familiar feeling...to have somebody be so crazy for you. Only coming from the girl who prepares to carry her chair to the other side of the table to him? It's different. There's anticipation in everything that they do together. And that all deserves an answer of its own. Even something as simple as: ]
Yeah... I know. We both know.
[ "I'm just happy to be with you like this. I want to make the most of our time together." ]
Weiss... I do too—
[ Ah! What timing! Their server is here. And admittedly, the Tiramisu Milkshake looks quite appetizing! Especially with the shavings on top the perfectly spiralled whipped cream. The moment they arch a brow at the scene of the Queen switching sides to be closer to her date, Ragna catches this. Rather than make a scene, he's prepared to oh-so-subtly slide his hand down over Weiss' thigh when suddenly? She beats him to the punch. Eyes widening slightly, he merely clears his throat before picking up the pieces for her. Enjoy that subtle Wagna thigh flex, Weiss. ]
Okay then. So! [ His focus is on the waiter, menu already folded up since they know what they want as he prepares to hand it to them. ] We'll have a medium prosciutto and arugula pizza, and an order of the sun-dried tomato pasta.
[ "Ah, yes. Very good. Will that be all, Miss Schnee?" ]
Yes. Please and thank you.
[ Because clearly it's at the behest of the Queen of Spades that he places the order for them! Basically, you can ask Ragna too, waiter. He's there too. Standing in the presence of the Queen, however, they can't afford to have an awkward reaction so they smoothly step in and graciously accept the menu back from Ragna's hand.
"Please do enjoy your appetiser and milkshake."
Bowing out and taking their leave from the virtual scene without incident, Ragna looses a "phew" of a huff before giving Weiss a knowing little smirk. ]
You beat me to it.
[ Nothing implicit or anything, but his hand slides down over hers atop his thigh, pinning it gently whilst he weaves his fingers between hers. ]
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Yeah... I know. We both know.
[ "I'm just happy to be with you like this. I want to make the most of our time together." ]
Weiss... I do too—
[ Ah! What timing! Their server is here. And admittedly, the Tiramisu Milkshake looks quite appetizing! Especially with the shavings on top the perfectly spiralled whipped cream. The moment they arch a brow at the scene of the Queen switching sides to be closer to her date, Ragna catches this. Rather than make a scene, he's prepared to oh-so-subtly slide his hand down over Weiss' thigh when suddenly? She beats him to the punch. Eyes widening slightly, he merely clears his throat before picking up the pieces for her. Enjoy that subtle Wagna thigh flex, Weiss. ]
Okay then. So! [ His focus is on the waiter, menu already folded up since they know what they want as he prepares to hand it to them. ] We'll have a medium prosciutto and arugula pizza, and an order of the sun-dried tomato pasta.
[ "Ah, yes. Very good. Will that be all, Miss Schnee?" ]
Yes. Please and thank you.
[ Because clearly it's at the behest of the Queen of Spades that he places the order for them! Basically, you can ask Ragna too, waiter. He's there too. Standing in the presence of the Queen, however, they can't afford to have an awkward reaction so they smoothly step in and graciously accept the menu back from Ragna's hand.
"Please do enjoy your appetiser and milkshake."
Bowing out and taking their leave from the virtual scene without incident, Ragna looses a "phew" of a huff before giving Weiss a knowing little smirk. ]
You beat me to it.
[ Nothing implicit or anything, but his hand slides down over hers atop his thigh, pinning it gently whilst he weaves his fingers between hers. ]
I was about to get my hand on your leg.