[ right. it takes him a second after the wish is made - wishes are the sort of thing he's often dabbled in, and though he mentally often puts words to them, this time, not so much. instead, he breathes in and holds it for a moment, lets the feeling put into wishes than words, and then slowly, his eyes flutter open.
he turns his head when he's addressed to meet his eyes - still pink, naturally, but smiling soft as he absently reaches up to tuck a lock of his own hair behind his ear for something to do with some of that fluttering bird sensation. ]
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he turns his head when he's addressed to meet his eyes - still pink, naturally, but smiling soft as he absently reaches up to tuck a lock of his own hair behind his ear for something to do with some of that fluttering bird sensation. ]
Mn. Just about. A fine tradition, isn't it?