He frowned, like the frowny-faced too-serious man he was. Miss her? Ridiculous! Why would he miss someone who teases him constantly? That would be like admitting he missed Reines and her constant jabs and teasing comments (he did, even if he would deny it and that said something)… At the end of the day, he always protests too much and betrays certain truths… “Or maybe I just wondered if this sort of event was your idea of fun or not?” He responded finally (lamely), folding his arms awkwardly and leaning against the alcove slightly.
Ah, there was that teasing he was so accustomed to experiencing. “Hmph! I do know how to have fun and socialize, you know.” He responded with a small, grumpy huff, knowing full well that she wasn’t exactly wrong. His preferred social situations were smaller, more controlled, and less grand. On the bright side, this was not a mage social event back in his world. It would have been excessively stuffy and everything you said could and would be used against you by whatever noble was angling for a reason to put an end to you for their own gain.
At her rather quick move to hide the bear under her dress, Waver’s brows furrowed in some obvious confusion over her vehement denial of her being in possession of a stuffed fozzie. It struck him with a strange sense of déjà vu at the defensive tone and general panic over being caught with it… Because if Waver Velvet had a nickel for every young woman he happened upon with a stuffed animal, who then got embarrassed by being spotted with it, he’d have two nickels (which admittedly wasn’t a lot of nickels, but it was still strange that it had happened more than once at all). At least she wasn’t threatening him for it, like Luvia had, though… She’d singed a hole in his jacket with a warning shot.
“I’m pretty sure our worlds share pop-culture based on our conversations about movies a couple months back, and that definitely looked like a fozzie bear to me?” He voiced his curiosity lightly, either not reading between the lines and letting the matter rest or asking on purpose because it wasn’t often he saw Illyana actually flustered about something. Could be either one… “Also, if you’re concerned about it coming to life and trying to eat you… I hardly think keeping it under your dress is a smart idea.”
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Ah, there was that teasing he was so accustomed to experiencing. “Hmph! I do know how to have fun and socialize, you know.” He responded with a small, grumpy huff, knowing full well that she wasn’t exactly wrong. His preferred social situations were smaller, more controlled, and less grand. On the bright side, this was not a mage social event back in his world. It would have been excessively stuffy and everything you said could and would be used against you by whatever noble was angling for a reason to put an end to you for their own gain.
At her rather quick move to hide the bear under her dress, Waver’s brows furrowed in some obvious confusion over her vehement denial of her being in possession of a stuffed fozzie. It struck him with a strange sense of déjà vu at the defensive tone and general panic over being caught with it… Because if Waver Velvet had a nickel for every young woman he happened upon with a stuffed animal, who then got embarrassed by being spotted with it, he’d have two nickels (which admittedly wasn’t a lot of nickels, but it was still strange that it had happened more than once at all). At least she wasn’t threatening him for it, like Luvia had, though… She’d singed a hole in his jacket with a warning shot.
“I’m pretty sure our worlds share pop-culture based on our conversations about movies a couple months back, and that definitely looked like a fozzie bear to me?” He voiced his curiosity lightly, either not reading between the lines and letting the matter rest or asking on purpose because it wasn’t often he saw Illyana actually flustered about something. Could be either one… “Also, if you’re concerned about it coming to life and trying to eat you… I hardly think keeping it under your dress is a smart idea.”