[Sparkling is...speechless, even moreso than he was a moment prior, as Clotted Cream explains himself. Though he knows he can't fluster when his body isn't alive, he still feels like he must be, like his face is somehow growing hot despite lacking the ability to do so any longer. This isn't just a token of friendship or appreciation, oh no. It's something far more than that.
It's also a confirmation. Of something he's spent a long time wondering himself.]
You know, I...I had begun to wonder if I was just imagining things. You know? This...odd feeling, like we've known each other for a long time. I don't...remember it, and yet...
[He holds the pearl close, as if doing so will affix it to his neck just like the shell had been.]
...my unbeating heart recalls a life that I cannot.
[He looks up, gazing at Clotted Cream through blonde-white lashes.]
I would like nothing more, Clotted Cream. I daresay I would be quite happy to call you my boyfriend, as a matter of fact.
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Date: 2024-08-13 12:31 am (UTC)It's also a confirmation. Of something he's spent a long time wondering himself.]
You know, I...I had begun to wonder if I was just imagining things. You know? This...odd feeling, like we've known each other for a long time. I don't...remember it, and yet...
[He holds the pearl close, as if doing so will affix it to his neck just like the shell had been.]
...my unbeating heart recalls a life that I cannot.
[He looks up, gazing at Clotted Cream through blonde-white lashes.]
I would like nothing more, Clotted Cream. I daresay I would be quite happy to call you my boyfriend, as a matter of fact.