Beatrice. [ the italian pronunciation. ] Right. Like Dante's Inferno.
[ there's a red flush to his cheeks that hints that it's not not attraction. whatever complicated morass of emotions this boy feels, he certainly finds beatrice beautiful. ]
Venus! I'm just. Venus. [ he stands up straight as she asks, his back evening out as he stands to almost militaristic attention. even here, though, he minimizes himself - folding his arms in and grabbing his elbows, his shoulders hunching slightly. ] It's, um... Nice to meet you? Even in the. Circumstances.
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[ there's a red flush to his cheeks that hints that it's not not attraction. whatever complicated morass of emotions this boy feels, he certainly finds beatrice beautiful. ]
Venus! I'm just. Venus. [ he stands up straight as she asks, his back evening out as he stands to almost militaristic attention. even here, though, he minimizes himself - folding his arms in and grabbing his elbows, his shoulders hunching slightly. ] It's, um... Nice to meet you? Even in the. Circumstances.