[ there's no need for her to look at his message, though her gaze does shift to the buzzing wristwatch. it's not quite strapped down enough and seems ready to slip off at any moment, but the more she wears it, the more the straps will break in... probably. ]
And nothing I say will stop you? Hmph. The usefulness of this item goes beyond that. It also allows for personal conversations. You'd do well to keep that in mind while dismantling it like a brute. [ don't break it!! she might text him!!! that's what this means! ]
As if I have a choice. [ the mess hall is--
not empty, haha, hoo! letting go of his hand immediately, wow. morgana seems to shrink as she realizes that, no, they're truly not alone in this moment, looking down as she shuffles in quietly. she might as well be a ghost. still, she stays by his side. this... is apparently acceptable for this moment. in theory, there's a concept that's conveyed clearly here: this is a room for eating and there's a area for cooking. however, the aesthetic of the place is unlike anything she's ever seen before. she only takes it in with short gazes. were the mess hall a glass of water, morgana would be quickly sipping at it.
...hm. she has no idea how to conduct herself in an area like this in front of him, she realizes. for as much as she wanted him in that cottage with her, this is somehow more like the brothel than her cottage. ]
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And nothing I say will stop you? Hmph. The usefulness of this item goes beyond that. It also allows for personal conversations. You'd do well to keep that in mind while dismantling it like a brute. [ don't break it!! she might text him!!! that's what this means! ]
As if I have a choice. [ the mess hall is--
not empty, haha, hoo! letting go of his hand immediately, wow. morgana seems to shrink as she realizes that, no, they're truly not alone in this moment, looking down as she shuffles in quietly. she might as well be a ghost. still, she stays by his side. this... is apparently acceptable for this moment. in theory, there's a concept that's conveyed clearly here: this is a room for eating and there's a area for cooking. however, the aesthetic of the place is unlike anything she's ever seen before. she only takes it in with short gazes. were the mess hall a glass of water, morgana would be quickly sipping at it.
...hm. she has no idea how to conduct herself in an area like this in front of him, she realizes. for as much as she wanted him in that cottage with her, this is somehow more like the brothel than her cottage. ]