[ A thousand years could pass and he would still remember the sound of her voice. Thankfully it's only been [checks watch] three weeks, so it remains instinct for him to turn automatically towards the sound of her voice, the very edges of his lips turning down in a faint frown as he spots her rushing towards him. ]
Is something wrong?
[ What's the hurry? It's not as though it's been that long since they've last seen each other (or so he thinks). And then, as she draws close enough for the details of her face and hair and outfit to grow sharp enough for him to notice, he frowns deeper, though this time in puzzlement rather than concern. ]
Did you do something to your hair?
[ Has that annoyance (Mordred) been having more of an influence on her? Is it for a hot date? (If only he knew.) ]
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Is something wrong?
[ What's the hurry? It's not as though it's been that long since they've last seen each other (or so he thinks). And then, as she draws close enough for the details of her face and hair and outfit to grow sharp enough for him to notice, he frowns deeper, though this time in puzzlement rather than concern. ]
Did you do something to your hair?
[ Has that annoyance (Mordred) been having more of an influence on her?
Is it for a hot date?(If only he knew.) ]