[ Noé Archiviste has just played himself. Now it's on him to figure out what this is about (it always was on him), so he takes a deep breath and smiles sheepishly.
Going for what feels right is just how he functions and for once in his life, food doesn't take priority. Shortly, his hand rests on Lucia's cheek, cupping her face gently while he kisses her forehead. ]
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Going for what feels right is just how he functions and for once in his life, food doesn't take priority. Shortly, his hand rests on Lucia's cheek, cupping her face gently while he kisses her forehead. ]
More?
[ He... does want more, actually. ]