[ Actually, the art of one of the missing individuals does pique his interest. For a moment, he leans forward on his toes as if to pick up the edge of the parchment and flip it over, only to be forced to watch Byleth draw,
um,
that.
Immediately following a long, weighty moment where he takes in the goofy looking thing, he reaches out to grab Byleth by the cheeks. His eyes peer out from under the edge of his mask, bright and ( comedically ) unamused. The atmosphere crackles with mildly-insulted-yet-easily-riled intensity. Dryly, he questions: ] "Cute factor"?
[ BYLETH, ARE YOU CALLING HIM CUTE? HE IS A MAN. ]
no subject
um,
that.
Immediately following a long, weighty moment where he takes in the goofy looking thing, he reaches out to grab Byleth by the cheeks. His eyes peer out from under the edge of his mask, bright and ( comedically ) unamused. The atmosphere crackles with mildly-insulted-yet-easily-riled intensity. Dryly, he questions: ] "Cute factor"?
[ BYLETH, ARE YOU CALLING HIM CUTE? HE IS A MAN. ]