[Superiors he doesn't know who don't let him do whatever he wants: still a new concept. But he's already forgotten he even asked the question when he sees that small smile, and throws his arms around Lucciola again. Mercifully not as crushing, this time - all he wants to do is keep Lucciola close to him. It's quite nice to not need an excuse.
Somewhere in the vicinity of Lucciola's shoulder he mumbles something that might be an apology for an infinite amount of things, with an ache in his chest reminding him to not take things for granted. Maybe he's just very upset about being late to Cucumberfest. It's a mystery.
When he feels like he can breathe without collapsing, he turns his head to frown at that lance. It's no pretty Guild weapon.]
What's this? [He reaches out and flicks it.] It's unwieldy.
wonderful
Somewhere in the vicinity of Lucciola's shoulder he mumbles something that might be an apology for an infinite amount of things, with an ache in his chest reminding him to not take things for granted. Maybe he's just very upset about being late to Cucumberfest. It's a mystery.
When he feels like he can breathe without collapsing, he turns his head to frown at that lance. It's no pretty Guild weapon.]
What's this? [He reaches out and flicks it.] It's unwieldy.