[Caim's long forgotten what it was like to be particular over food. When he really reflects on it, Furiae's always been the one who was finicky. In fact, she's... many things that he's not certain he would have taken notice of before. While perhaps a bit spoiled and even a brat at one point in time, she was always so full of life. So full of smiles. In simpler days and times. Becoming the Goddess of the Seal admittedly drained her of all of that and the image there so stifling that sometimes Caim has forgotten she wasn't always like that. If she had been allowed to be a free woman, as she deserved, perhaps she would have been something akin to the way Angela is now.
Not... that Caim views his blonde and bright companion as his sister. Just a note of what one could have been like had the circumstances been different.
Caim abruptly pauses when she reaches over to him. It's true—the way tension floods him. When people touch, it's usually with swords. He's spared no short amount of scars underneath apparel, each a reminder of exactly why Moonlacing is... Well. Caim certainly does like his personal space, even now. Although he can't deny that there's been some moments in which he hasn't absolutely loathed being in the physical proximity of another. He simply hasn't arrived at a point where that's convenient for him to admit. Whatever the case, he makes no move to stop her as she pins up some of his hair.
...He probably looks a laughingstock now. But maybe that too, is a sign. Does he even trust anyone to come near his hair, however? Probably not. For several moments, he simply eyes her, unsure of what he thinks or if he even thinks anything much profound at all. And then he ultimately decides that... She's not so bad. His attention turns onto the waiter for some moments, committing Angela's family name to memory. Or what he assumes is family name, as odd as it may sound. (Coming from a man who technically doesn't have one, he's in no place to judge, but that's never stopped him before.) He motions absentmindedly before finds it in him to speak up. Well, as much as one like him can.]
"I shall have the same."
[That's the easiest way to approach the subject, really. Maybe at some point he'll be a little more adventurous with his food. Maybe. Whatever he's about to lose himself in, Caim's attention turns immediately onto Angela as she continues. Friend, really? That's not exactly the first word people think of when they think of Caim and his surprise, no matter how he may try to conceal it, is palpable. And it seems even a hardened prince can still be something akin to bashful because it doesn't take him long to duck his head.
Yes, of course! My UN is @ofthesky, but it should be on journal things, too.
Not... that Caim views his blonde and bright companion as his sister. Just a note of what one could have been like had the circumstances been different.
Caim abruptly pauses when she reaches over to him. It's true—the way tension floods him. When people touch, it's usually with swords. He's spared no short amount of scars underneath apparel, each a reminder of exactly why Moonlacing is... Well. Caim certainly does like his personal space, even now. Although he can't deny that there's been some moments in which he hasn't absolutely loathed being in the physical proximity of another. He simply hasn't arrived at a point where that's convenient for him to admit. Whatever the case, he makes no move to stop her as she pins up some of his hair.
...He probably looks a laughingstock now. But maybe that too, is a sign. Does he even trust anyone to come near his hair, however? Probably not. For several moments, he simply eyes her, unsure of what he thinks or if he even thinks anything much profound at all. And then he ultimately decides that... She's not so bad. His attention turns onto the waiter for some moments, committing Angela's family name to memory. Or what he assumes is family name, as odd as it may sound. (Coming from a man who technically doesn't have one, he's in no place to judge, but that's never stopped him before.) He motions absentmindedly before finds it in him to speak up. Well, as much as one like him can.]
"I shall have the same."
[That's the easiest way to approach the subject, really. Maybe at some point he'll be a little more adventurous with his food. Maybe. Whatever he's about to lose himself in, Caim's attention turns immediately onto Angela as she continues. Friend, really? That's not exactly the first word people think of when they think of Caim and his surprise, no matter how he may try to conceal it, is palpable. And it seems even a hardened prince can still be something akin to bashful because it doesn't take him long to duck his head.
Come on now. Don't do that to him.]