[These reactions are incredible, in a word. Yes, the rush of...something--endorphins? Is that what they called them--to his mind and the warmth that seems to have taken root in his chest are interesting side effects of this. Yes, so that's what this is meant to simulate, isn't it? The rush of happiness, the blood rushing to one's face, the rapid beat of the heart, all of it. Though that last one could potentially be dangerous; perhaps it would be best to take it lighter--
Oh, right, Hubert spoke up. Linhardt's gaze goes back to Hubert, and it's back to his usual expression all too easily once that's done with.
...It's odd that he can't will down the flush quite as well, but eh, maybe that's just a side-effect.]
Ah, yes, of course. So long as Edelgard and Lorenz don't see it fit to use this place, I would be most inclined.
[...]
Especially if you find a method to keep pilfering those sweets from Mercedes and Annette.
[ah yes, right back into gremlin territory as if nothing's changed at all. he's even getting out his notebook again to write down observations now that the coast is clear.]
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Oh, right, Hubert spoke up. Linhardt's gaze goes back to Hubert, and it's back to his usual expression all too easily once that's done with.
...It's odd that he can't will down the flush quite as well, but eh, maybe that's just a side-effect.]
Ah, yes, of course. So long as Edelgard and Lorenz don't see it fit to use this place, I would be most inclined.
[...]
Especially if you find a method to keep pilfering those sweets from Mercedes and Annette.
[ah yes, right back into gremlin territory as if nothing's changed at all. he's even getting out his notebook again to write down observations now that the coast is clear.]