[Sob. He looks just slightly mortified by all of this. And a little red himself, though it's probably questionable whether that's embarrassment, or the tea. But he shifts uncomfortably regardless, setting the glass down and just... nodding. What more was there to really say?]
[Yeah, this is just. Awkward all around. She reaches up to run her hand over her hair -- and forgetting that she has so much now, she ends up huffing when it proceeds to get in her face. She settles for twirling it.]
[It's.... probably not a good thing, how easily she adapts to this whole girl-thing.]
[He fidgets again, fingers fiddling with the edges of his cloak, because if he doesn't do that he's not sure what else he might end up doing. At this point his gaze has shifted to the side, and he turns an even more obvious shade of red at that - perhaps because of the embarrassment. Or because he can recall the way Sleeper had sounded before when he'd had the tea, and he could only imagine the kind of sounds she might make now...
L-leaning over his knees just a little, with a very small sound. No. No. Bad train of thought. Very, very bad.]
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[It's.... probably not a good thing, how easily she adapts to this whole girl-thing.]
Do you...
Should we...?
[Oh gods, this is embarrassing.]
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L-leaning over his knees just a little, with a very small sound. No. No. Bad train of thought. Very, very bad.]
It's... It's okay, I can probably find someone...
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I don't... I don't mind. [....] I o-owe you one, you know.
[Small smile?]
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