[His eyes crinkle at the corners and he carefully laces their fingers together, giving the other a playful little curtsy.] Well, I can't say I can complain about being swept off my feet. [He places his other hand on Pinocchio's shoulder.] Though, I might have a few complaints if you break my toes.
[A few different songs flit through his mind. Old tracks he played in his office late at night.]
I've never been called that before. You can't be telling anyone I sing. [Wriothesley wouldn't exactly call singing a hobby, but doesn't everyone sometimes sing to themselves?
He hums softly to a song he hasn't heard recently, but one he happily listens to often enough.]
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[A few different songs flit through his mind. Old tracks he played in his office late at night.]
I've never been called that before. You can't be telling anyone I sing. [Wriothesley wouldn't exactly call singing a hobby, but doesn't everyone sometimes sing to themselves?
He hums softly to a song he hasn't heard recently, but one he happily listens to often enough.]