[ the "clever" comment doesn't really get a response out of him. he knows that's not a word that gets to apply to him, after all. what does get a response, of all things, is the comment about his name being pretty. for a single moment, he lights up; there's a spark in his eyes, a single bit of starlight shining through as the corners of his lips twitch upward. then he forces it back, and the smile ends up only half-there, but there's still a gentle gratitude as he says: ]
Yeah. I just got here yesterday. [ a soft, nervous laugh - and then he winces, his hand flying up to cover the cut on his cheek. ] Oh, ow, I forgot. Is it... Am I still bleeding?
[ he absolutely is. not profusely, no, but bleeding nonetheless. ]
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Yeah. I just got here yesterday. [ a soft, nervous laugh - and then he winces, his hand flying up to cover the cut on his cheek. ] Oh, ow, I forgot. Is it... Am I still bleeding?
[ he absolutely is. not profusely, no, but bleeding nonetheless. ]