[He makes an admirable effort to present himself as the picture of composure, as if sitting across from Cantarella in this strange poolside world were no different from any diplomatic table he's ever weathered. But the horse ears?? The horse ears ruin him. His gaze snags on them once, twice, and when she says his name so earnestly, it's the the straw breaks the camel's back.
Laughter chuffs out of him low and quiet. He lifts a hand to his mouth as though that might disguise it, though it only makes his shoulders shake more visibly. It takes him longer than he'd like to recover, and when he does, there's still the trace of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.]
Char, then. [He repeats it, but his tone betrays him, warmer than he means it to be.]
...Forgive me. I wasn't prepared to be stared down by Pegasus ears tonight.
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Laughter chuffs out of him low and quiet. He lifts a hand to his mouth as though that might disguise it, though it only makes his shoulders shake more visibly. It takes him longer than he'd like to recover, and when he does, there's still the trace of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.]
Char, then. [He repeats it, but his tone betrays him, warmer than he means it to be.]
...Forgive me. I wasn't prepared to be stared down by Pegasus ears tonight.