[ her smile knocks the expression off his face for a moment. it isn't a bad silence, but an observant one. when that small bit of observation is over, however, he returns the smile. it has the smallest bit of cockiness in it (what was a masamune smile without that?), but it was dominated by... fondness. ]
Heh. I don't plan on stopping. [ but she didn't need him to tell her that. she was--from the moment he had met her--someone under the skies of this dragon, too.
and with a bit of thought, he lays a hand on her shoulder. his face makes it seem like he registered something just then, which he makes clear with what he says next: ]
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Heh. I don't plan on stopping. [ but she didn't need him to tell her that. she was--from the moment he had met her--someone under the skies of this dragon, too.
and with a bit of thought, he lays a hand on her shoulder. his face makes it seem like he registered something just then, which he makes clear with what he says next: ]
. . . And you don't plan on drying, do ya?