[ He expects it, too, Mona's agitated huff and upturned nose. However, that response instead transitions into something much softer. She's hesitating, and Wanderer wonders if it would be better to cut this conversation short and put distance between them again. He could make a cutting remark, turn away and play it off as a cruel joke at her expense.
But he doesn't.
Beside him, Wanderer can see her cheeks pinken. Mona then clears her throat in that typical way of hers, but when she speaks, her voice is noticeably lower. ]
Different... [ He repeats. ] I don't think you know how far that difference goes.
[ It's a vague reply. Is she aware that there is no heart beating in his chest? Has she noticed at all? Wanderer refuses to ask.
Silently, one gloved hand comes forward to grasp her chin. He tilts her head towards him, forcing Mona to look into his eyes. And for a wavering moment, he silently observes her, his brow furrowed slightly and a small frown setting his features. ]
grabs you and squeezes
But he doesn't.
Beside him, Wanderer can see her cheeks pinken. Mona then clears her throat in that typical way of hers, but when she speaks, her voice is noticeably lower. ]
Different... [ He repeats. ] I don't think you know how far that difference goes.
[ It's a vague reply. Is she aware that there is no heart beating in his chest? Has she noticed at all? Wanderer refuses to ask.
Silently, one gloved hand comes forward to grasp her chin. He tilts her head towards him, forcing Mona to look into his eyes. And for a wavering moment, he silently observes her, his brow furrowed slightly and a small frown setting his features. ]
How would you return it?