[ Grell hisses between her teeth when her knees hit the stage. But, oddly enough, that pacifies her! With a tick of her tongue, she averts her eyes, but relents. She stubbornly resists smiling at William’s commanding and oddly specific instructions, but ultimately fails.
By the time he rounds back, she’s already gazing up at him lovingly. Lashes fluttering at his touch, she nuzzles into his palm just so. ]
Is that right? Do I mean that little to you~? [ It's playfully asked, as she knows that he must realize how utterly obsessed she is with him. Simply, no one could ever match up. ]
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By the time he rounds back, she’s already gazing up at him lovingly. Lashes fluttering at his touch, she nuzzles into his palm just so. ]
Is that right? Do I mean that little to you~? [ It's playfully asked, as she knows that he must realize how utterly obsessed she is with him. Simply, no one could ever match up. ]