[ oh, but he has. the beard stays, but it is cropped for a slightly spruced look he wouldn't be caring about if it were for anyone else. his suspenders are on point, his boots are clean! he's wearing the oils his mother gifted him. it's not cologne, but it is infinitely better that smelling like sweat and soot (unfortunately he likes the smell of horse). he's made a bit of an effort to look handsome, all without dipping into the image of someone he isn't.
a bit flustered in between, but his chipped smile perseveres. he might as well come out with it, in favor of not fumbling even more with his words. viktor is winding him up with the proximity, his verbal teasing— soon, he won't be able to see them without croaking. his notebook and pencil stay tucked at his side when he starts: ]
I, [ phew. don't grin too wide now! ] thank you, [ all bright eyed and cunning, viktor was— always was. stay focused, for now. he could feel himself go a little crazy of he doesn't do this. ] —Do you want to go for a walk?
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a bit flustered in between, but his chipped smile perseveres. he might as well come out with it, in favor of not fumbling even more with his words. viktor is winding him up with the proximity, his verbal teasing— soon, he won't be able to see them without croaking. his notebook and pencil stay tucked at his side when he starts: ]
I, [ phew. don't grin too wide now! ] thank you, [ all bright eyed and cunning, viktor was— always was. stay focused, for now. he could feel himself go a little crazy of he doesn't do this. ] —Do you want to go for a walk?