[ A giggle escapes her lips having been found out. Instead of pouting though, something that looks like pride glints in her mischievous eyes. Hilda knows that despite the many times she’s exasperatedly called Balthus dumb, she doesn’t actually think that (except for the moments when he’s interacting with Holst and then it really is like watching two brain cells having the time of their lives). Is he the cleverest person she knows? No, but brains don’t make a person any less loveable and it certainly doesn’t make her love him any less. ]
Is it really?
[ It’s impossible for her to keep the charade up. The coy mask dissolves as quickly as it arrived, and she’s giving him a huge squeeze, pressing herself into him. When she pulls back, the brilliant smile has less to do with the prospect of any present he’s promised and more to do with just how much she loves him. ]
I’m so glad you remembered, Baltie. I just can’t believe it’s been a whole year.
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Is it really?
[ It’s impossible for her to keep the charade up. The coy mask dissolves as quickly as it arrived, and she’s giving him a huge squeeze, pressing herself into him. When she pulls back, the brilliant smile has less to do with the prospect of any present he’s promised and more to do with just how much she loves him. ]
I’m so glad you remembered, Baltie. I just can’t believe it’s been a whole year.