[And honestly, she would've went alone if he wasn't so determined to go with her. That being said, because he is going with her, it's going to make things easier to set their story straight. THEY HAVE. A PLAN.]
It's fine, you know I like to work, so it was no issue. [When he moves to change, she goes over to the next room, preparing herself, putting herself in a long dress, trailing beautifully. It's a dress that she would have to admit, might be too elegant for her, being that she suffers from some terrible Self Criticism. Hair done up with a flower, make up lightly added, she thinks he's ready.]
I agree though, Lancelot. [She speaks up from the room, strapping her stockings so that she would be able to smuggle in Lancelot's blades later. Well, she needs to offer first.] In fact, I'm curious about our story. You are going to be a lord, no?
[The steadfast knight Lancelot, ever so protective, ready to be as regal as his King, or even his comrade Percival. It's going to be a sight to see.
Though she may have spoken too early, when she steps up from her room. Upon seeing him, eyes wide at how handsome he looks, she finds herself flushing harder at the sight. Wait a minute, how did he clean up so well? Thinking about, she's really only seen him in armour.
She slowly steps forward, rubbing the back of her head.]
A-anyway! Would you like me to help you with your tie? [Give her a distraction please.]
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It's fine, you know I like to work, so it was no issue. [When he moves to change, she goes over to the next room, preparing herself, putting herself in a long dress, trailing beautifully. It's a dress that she would have to admit, might be too elegant for her, being that she suffers from some terrible Self Criticism. Hair done up with a flower, make up lightly added, she thinks he's ready.]
I agree though, Lancelot. [She speaks up from the room, strapping her stockings so that she would be able to smuggle in Lancelot's blades later. Well, she needs to offer first.] In fact, I'm curious about our story. You are going to be a lord, no?
[The steadfast knight Lancelot, ever so protective, ready to be as regal as his King, or even his comrade Percival. It's going to be a sight to see.
Though she may have spoken too early, when she steps up from her room. Upon seeing him, eyes wide at how handsome he looks, she finds herself flushing harder at the sight. Wait a minute, how did he clean up so well? Thinking about, she's really only seen him in armour.
She slowly steps forward, rubbing the back of her head.]
A-anyway! Would you like me to help you with your tie? [Give her a distraction please.]