[he reaches his other hand out to one of romance's arms, gently brushing his fingertips over some of the welts, his brow furrowing with concern. they look like they hurt, but if romance doesn't react to them being touched, he won't worry too much about it.
the burn, however, he does linger on, though he is drawn back to the apron following romance's remark.]
It suits you.
[because of course it does. only romance could get something like this and make it work for him, especially the ridiculous frilliness.]
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the burn, however, he does linger on, though he is drawn back to the apron following romance's remark.]
It suits you.
[because of course it does. only romance could get something like this and make it work for him, especially the ridiculous frilliness.]