[It occurs to him yet again that Linhardt really has done his research. He's never doubted Linhardt's intelligence, but the way he's able to put what he's learned into practice so easily is downright impressive.
...It's a little less impressive when it's legitimately flustering him like this, but that's... well, it's surely just because he hasn't heard words directed at him like that before, and even though this is just a part to play, it's still somehow a bit unexpected. It would be easier if he was just pining after Linhardt in this little show of theirs, but Linhardt returns it to easily that of course it's a bit much. Right? That's a completely normal reaction to have, isn't it?
Well anyway, he finds himself tongue-tied, and only barely manages to return his gaze to Linhardt and nod; but that's enough time for the two passing by to actually get a move on and Hubert exhales softly.]
That should be more than enough to get the word out.
[He sort of wants to bury his face in a pillow for the next three years, so it might be good to call it here.]
We should keep meeting here around this time for the next few days, at least until the rumors have taken hold.
[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.]
Lady Edelgard and Lorenz typically do not meet this late, but I will send word to you should we need to rearrange our schedule.
[...He will pass a note in class, that's what he's saying. This just makes it sound more mature.
The latter part gets a smirk from him, though; now that's the Linhardt he was expecting.]
I'll see what I can do, but I promise nothing.
[With that, he moves to stand. There isn't anyone around; it's late enough that most of the other students have retired to bed, and the late-night patrols won't start for another few hours yet.]
I'm interested in seeing just how this goes. I'll be sure to let you know what I hear. Until tomorrow, Linhardt.
[And with that he takes his leave, all too aware that he's still flushed, that Linhardt was still flushed, but that's... well, it's just a part of the act they're playing. That's the only explanation.]
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...It's a little less impressive when it's legitimately flustering him like this, but that's... well, it's surely just because he hasn't heard words directed at him like that before, and even though this is just a part to play, it's still somehow a bit unexpected. It would be easier if he was just pining after Linhardt in this little show of theirs, but Linhardt returns it to easily that of course it's a bit much. Right? That's a completely normal reaction to have, isn't it?
Well anyway, he finds himself tongue-tied, and only barely manages to return his gaze to Linhardt and nod; but that's enough time for the two passing by to actually get a move on and Hubert exhales softly.]
That should be more than enough to get the word out.
[He sort of wants to bury his face in a pillow for the next three years, so it might be good to call it here.]
We should keep meeting here around this time for the next few days, at least until the rumors have taken hold.
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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.]
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[...He will pass a note in class, that's what he's saying. This just makes it sound more mature.
The latter part gets a smirk from him, though; now that's the Linhardt he was expecting.]
I'll see what I can do, but I promise nothing.
[With that, he moves to stand. There isn't anyone around; it's late enough that most of the other students have retired to bed, and the late-night patrols won't start for another few hours yet.]
I'm interested in seeing just how this goes. I'll be sure to let you know what I hear. Until tomorrow, Linhardt.
[And with that he takes his leave, all too aware that he's still flushed, that Linhardt was still flushed, but that's... well, it's just a part of the act they're playing. That's the only explanation.]