[ he does as the heart says and smiles, picking it up from where it sits on his hip. he looks at it, shakes his head at its suggestion he smile, and presses his lips into a line that's slightly curved upward at the corners before he eats it. ]
[ at least raven's someone who understands how he feels. ]
[ his brows furrow together in thought. ] Are you not allowed to tell people you love them on any other day? [ that just sounds plain stupid to him, and he knows it's not correct, but the entire idea behind the day — he'd never wait a year for twenty-four hours where he was welcomed to tell someone he loved them. it's not words he likes to use lightly, either. ]
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[ at least raven's someone who understands how he feels. ]
[ his brows furrow together in thought. ] Are you not allowed to tell people you love them on any other day? [ that just sounds plain stupid to him, and he knows it's not correct, but the entire idea behind the day — he'd never wait a year for twenty-four hours where he was welcomed to tell someone he loved them. it's not words he likes to use lightly, either. ]
[ he taps her leg again. ]
This Saint Valentine's an idiot.