The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
The eyeroll he gives her is the sort mothers warn you about, you know, the way your face might get stuck like that. It makes his lashes flutter with the force of it, a silent ugh accompanying it with the roll of his head. If only he had less of a big mouth and never told her anything about marriage until it was the proposal. Gods help him when it actually is. "Every time you bring it up, I'm gonna start adding one month to the timer," he threatens, glancing sidelong at her with as much irritation as he can muster, although the little smirk at the corner of his lips betrays him completely. Although he might break and propose to her if she continues to withhold delicious treats from him until he puts a ring on it.
As she swiftly cracks with a nudge, his laugh spills free just as easily. "You had me fooled that time," he admonishes with a scandalized gasp, shouldering her back with an exasperated sigh. Though the moment soon melts into something more purposeful as The Apology rears up like a test he hasn't spent enough time studying for.
Napkin dispenser in hand, he rounds the corner with a whistle, acting nonchalant at first until his gaze alights on the very stern Flora. The look of which almost undoes him on the spot as she gravely scowls across the table in a manner he is certain he's never seen on her. He inhales sharply to clamp down on the burst of laughter that threatens, and in that moment he decides he 100% cannot go through with the roleplay.
Swallowing it all down with a humming smile, he swings over towards the table edge, nodding and waving at her. The napkin dispenser, meant to pose as Asta's tea gift, tumbles from his hands with a clatter to the floor by their booth. Quickly, he drops to one knee before her, reaching out as if to retrieve it. Instead, he lifts up a paper circlet that's used to keep the assembled silverware and napkin sets together. "Will you be, my breakfast wife?" he asks her solemnly, doing his best puppy dog eyes as he peers up from the ground and over the booth.
As she swiftly cracks with a nudge, his laugh spills free just as easily. "You had me fooled that time," he admonishes with a scandalized gasp, shouldering her back with an exasperated sigh. Though the moment soon melts into something more purposeful as The Apology rears up like a test he hasn't spent enough time studying for.
Napkin dispenser in hand, he rounds the corner with a whistle, acting nonchalant at first until his gaze alights on the very stern Flora. The look of which almost undoes him on the spot as she gravely scowls across the table in a manner he is certain he's never seen on her. He inhales sharply to clamp down on the burst of laughter that threatens, and in that moment he decides he 100% cannot go through with the roleplay.
Swallowing it all down with a humming smile, he swings over towards the table edge, nodding and waving at her. The napkin dispenser, meant to pose as Asta's tea gift, tumbles from his hands with a clatter to the floor by their booth. Quickly, he drops to one knee before her, reaching out as if to retrieve it. Instead, he lifts up a paper circlet that's used to keep the assembled silverware and napkin sets together. "Will you be, my breakfast wife?" he asks her solemnly, doing his best puppy dog eyes as he peers up from the ground and over the booth.
Kaisel
The perfect mix of Saturday night and the rest of your life
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
