[There's a hum as he mentally reviews their conversation, glancing down at her notes the while.]
. . . We tried to tell you not to ask Byleth questions the week she was killed. We hoped it would dissuade everyone from retaliating against her.
[He straightens, lifting his head from Lucretia's shoulder once more, and looks down at the papers in the hand that's been hanging by his side the whole time.]
Thanks for the visitation, Director. I'll take these back to everyone. Who knows? Maybe you can expect replies to some of them.
[Sieghart grins at Lucretia when a sudden impulse drives him to nuzzle against the crook of her neck. But he doesn't stop there. Without pause, he lifts his head to give her a small lick on the lips.
It's only when he pulls back, far away from Lucretia's face, that the gravity of what he's done slams into him, and Sieghart wishes with a look of wide-eyed horror that the toilet would engulf him right then and there.]
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. . . We tried to tell you not to ask Byleth questions the week she was killed. We hoped it would dissuade everyone from retaliating against her.
[He straightens, lifting his head from Lucretia's shoulder once more, and looks down at the papers in the hand that's been hanging by his side the whole time.]
Thanks for the visitation, Director. I'll take these back to everyone. Who knows? Maybe you can expect replies to some of them.
[Sieghart grins at Lucretia when a sudden impulse drives him to nuzzle against the crook of her neck. But he doesn't stop there. Without pause, he lifts his head to give her a small lick on the lips.
It's only when he pulls back, far away from Lucretia's face, that the gravity of what he's done slams into him, and Sieghart wishes with a look of wide-eyed horror that the toilet would engulf him right then and there.]