[ His wincing doesn't escape, and in fact it makes her shrink a little bit into herself because-- should she not have said that? Should she have kept it to herself? She doesn't know what and what not to say, still.
But the request that follows isn't entirely what she'd expected and it earns him a confused look from her as she tilts her sombrero head. ]
I would not mind taking it off.
[ And then a beat before -- ] Oh, you want me to actually take it off.
[ And so she does, and her antennae give a little spring to them as they're freed from the confines of the hat. ]
no subject
But the request that follows isn't entirely what she'd expected and it earns him a confused look from her as she tilts her sombrero head. ]
I would not mind taking it off.
[ And then a beat before -- ] Oh, you want me to actually take it off.
[ And so she does, and her antennae give a little spring to them as they're freed from the confines of the hat. ]