[gray eyes blink at her slowly, and not even his glasses can hide the bemused expression within them. it's true, though-- she found herself a front row seat to that spark pretty quickly, likely because of how easy it was for her to fall into his banter. not many people get that so soon!!]
[but he also isn't sure what to say to that, and he isn't. always good with his words, so. in the end? he lifts a hand, tugs at his bangs a bit sheepishly, and shrugs]
no subject
[but he also isn't sure what to say to that, and he isn't. always good with his words, so. in the end? he lifts a hand, tugs at his bangs a bit sheepishly, and shrugs]
Thanks? I think. . . probably?