permission. Taps the end of the marker against the side of his bicep.
“Could you unwrap the straps on your arm for me? For only a moment, please.”
“Could you unwrap the straps on your arm for me? For only a moment, please.”
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He reached out to comply with his request almost automatically, still a little bit puzzled.
"What for? I'm not in pain or anything—"
Says as the wraps are already undone and his scarred arm out in the open.
He lifts Wriothesley’s arm a bit so he can see what he was doing bit better, humming as he wrote ‘𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘱’ +
“I only wanted to write this. That’s all.”
"Mon loup— N-neuvillette!" The Warden blushes, looking away with a nervous laughter.