[ Kaspar hums like he won't forget either, skin flickering as he takes Noé's hand if it is offered. Fingers loose and threading, the warmth and glow is enveloped and intertwined. He looks down to their connection, or the ground, and then to Noé's eyes as his head tilts.
His free hand reaches up to idly adjust anything out of place before him. Whether anything is actually out of place or not. Noé's hair, his outfit, a cheek brushed with a softly glowing thumb; chaste and gentle as Kaspar speaks softly again. ]
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His free hand reaches up to idly adjust anything out of place before him. Whether anything is actually out of place or not. Noé's hair, his outfit, a cheek brushed with a softly glowing thumb; chaste and gentle as Kaspar speaks softly again. ]
Next time, I will say yes.