[When her hands cup his cheeks, he can't help but look at her. The color in his face still present, and he knows she can feel the warmth to his cheeks. He feels ridiculous, yet...happy. It's a radiating warmth through him—and not just because he feels embarrassed right now! It's something deeper, more complex, and foreign.
Hearing that he's good to her, that she's happy...that he makes her happy...
He stares at her, Rowlet-eyed and stunned, but then he tries to force a recovery. Tries to save face, because he feels almost too vulnerable, too exposed. He sports a weak grin, that's not as confident looking as he wishes it were...and he probably looks a little ridiculous grinning like that, trying to look proud of himself, while she's holding his face.]
Tch, you better be! Ain't no regular nobody who gets this sorta treatment from the hated boss himself!
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Hearing that he's good to her, that she's happy...that he makes her happy...
He stares at her, Rowlet-eyed and stunned, but then he tries to force a recovery. Tries to save face, because he feels almost too vulnerable, too exposed. He sports a weak grin, that's not as confident looking as he wishes it were...and he probably looks a little ridiculous grinning like that, trying to look proud of himself, while she's holding his face.]
Tch, you better be! Ain't no regular nobody who gets this sorta treatment from the hated boss himself!