[ he gives her a disbelieving look before he shakes his head. he tosses the heart onto the table before them, ignoring that maybe he should eat it or offer it to her. in his opinion, it's too stupid to eat, let alone offer to raven. he doesn't understand how these hearts are meant to work, especially if they're not hugging or kissing. those he gets, at least. ]
[ he shoves his hand back into the box, rummaging around for a moment before he picks another heart out. turning it over so he can read it, he still looks amused. he doubts this could get worse; it's not as though there's a heart in there that says he has to tell her a secret, or do something embarrassing. he doubts the hearts are big enough for the latter. ]
[ he looks to her and shows her a be mine. with a shrug, he nonchalantly teases, ] Want to be my — whatever for the day?
[ it's easier to make fun of the day than it is to understand the intentions behind it. ]
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[ he shoves his hand back into the box, rummaging around for a moment before he picks another heart out. turning it over so he can read it, he still looks amused. he doubts this could get worse; it's not as though there's a heart in there that says he has to tell her a secret, or do something embarrassing. he doubts the hearts are big enough for the latter. ]
[ he looks to her and shows her a be mine. with a shrug, he nonchalantly teases, ] Want to be my — whatever for the day?
[ it's easier to make fun of the day than it is to understand the intentions behind it. ]