[It's a little awkward...standing here...waiting... Should he move somewhere to sit?? The living room maybe?? Would that be okay??? And Valo is whining...]
Valo... Are you really afraid...? Is it the sweater?
[Valo will just whine. IT'S A LOT OF THINGS. This makes Eustace's ears lower and he sighs as he moves over to a chair, wondering what to do. He also takes the time to look around the area, noting how neat and very Ilsa the house is. It's changed a bit since he last saw it, with more things to fill the space. He should bring over some more blueberries... Or flowers from his garden! Seeing them at the front window, he can't help but smile and kick his legs a little in joy (actions that Valo watches with great concern). She liked the last ones she gave him, didn't she? He should definitely give her more...
And just as he's contemplating if he had a large enough pot—no, should he just bring the whole wheelbarrow so she can plant some of her own!?—she returns and he barely manages to catch the shirt before it hits his face.]
Huh? This?
[He looks at it for a moment...
...
And then... Blushes a little. Ah... It has Ilsa's scent... It's rather soft and sweet... Are they at the point where they can wear each other's clothes now!? Shouldn't he be offering his own!? He'll have to remember next time because that's totally what couples do right????
Anyway, he's supposed to put this on?
QUICKLY TAKING OFF HIS SWEATER RIGHT THERE BEFORE SHE CAN STOP HIM—]
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Valo... Are you really afraid...? Is it the sweater?
[Valo will just whine. IT'S A LOT OF THINGS. This makes Eustace's ears lower and he sighs as he moves over to a chair, wondering what to do. He also takes the time to look around the area, noting how neat and very Ilsa the house is. It's changed a bit since he last saw it, with more things to fill the space. He should bring over some more blueberries... Or flowers from his garden! Seeing them at the front window, he can't help but smile and kick his legs a little in joy (actions that Valo watches with great concern). She liked the last ones she gave him, didn't she? He should definitely give her more...
And just as he's contemplating if he had a large enough pot—no, should he just bring the whole wheelbarrow so she can plant some of her own!?—she returns and he barely manages to catch the shirt before it hits his face.]
Huh? This?
[He looks at it for a moment...
...
And then... Blushes a little. Ah... It has Ilsa's scent... It's rather soft and sweet... Are they at the point where they can wear each other's clothes now!? Shouldn't he be offering his own!? He'll have to remember next time because that's totally what couples do right????
Anyway, he's supposed to put this on?
QUICKLY TAKING OFF HIS SWEATER RIGHT THERE BEFORE SHE CAN STOP HIM—]