"Yet?" It makes him curious, wondering what it is Jesper has gotten himself into. "A brat? The man who has the second fastest hands in the Barrel is a brat? Hmmm."
Is he defensive? Yep. Jesper is his, and it's his choice to insult him. Not realizing it's a term of endearment most certainly. Not that he sees it that way in still adjusting to this place, to his place, to how people are here.
He's not even trying not to tense at the laughter, used to being laughed at but that's okay. He's been underestimated before. Not that she is, but that's what he gets from the laughter though not her words.
A brow arches at that, even as his chin lifts a bit more. "It's genetic? Interesting."
But then she says something and he can't hide the flare of his nostrils, the widening of his eyes. "Plural?" Does it matter who the other is, even if his heart seems to squeeze in his chest. Could it be? "Who else? When can we leave?"
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Is he defensive? Yep. Jesper is his, and it's his choice to insult him. Not realizing it's a term of endearment most certainly. Not that he sees it that way in still adjusting to this place, to his place, to how people are here.
He's not even trying not to tense at the laughter, used to being laughed at but that's okay. He's been underestimated before. Not that she is, but that's what he gets from the laughter though not her words.
A brow arches at that, even as his chin lifts a bit more. "It's genetic? Interesting."
But then she says something and he can't hide the flare of his nostrils, the widening of his eyes. "Plural?" Does it matter who the other is, even if his heart seems to squeeze in his chest. Could it be? "Who else? When can we leave?"