[ Jaune demurs, a touch bashfully. His interactions (that he can recall) don't always go nearly this well. He's already getting ahead of himself imagining strategy meetings and battle practice.
He clasps her hand firmly and gladly, his callouses not rough enough to make the contact uncomfortable, or so he hopes. Any awkwardness on her part is easy for him to overlook in the depths of his own, but - this did go pretty well. ]
It's been good meeting you. Really. Really, really good. [ That's too many 'really's. ] So - I'll be seeing you around.
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[ Jaune demurs, a touch bashfully. His interactions (that he can recall) don't always go nearly this well. He's already getting ahead of himself imagining strategy meetings and battle practice.
He clasps her hand firmly and gladly, his callouses not rough enough to make the contact uncomfortable, or so he hopes. Any awkwardness on her part is easy for him to overlook in the depths of his own, but - this did go pretty well. ]
It's been good meeting you. Really. Really, really good. [ That's too many 'really's. ] So - I'll be seeing you around.