[A Diamond. His fingertips are hesitant, barely making contact with Mona's slender wrist as if not daring to visit the flawless surface of her skin — but his eyes have found that elegant suit and affixed to it. He can't really look away from the sight of patterned stars surrounding the mark, delicate as freckles.]
It's beautiful.
[Yes, he whispers it aloud, and unlike the flustering of earlier his voice is confident. He doesn't feel ashamed to state his opinion, since it is the truth.
— Lack of initiative? The remark goes over his head, as unfortunately he still lacks the knowledge of what the suits each mean; he only knows that there are four, and they divide all of the guests into categories. It's her question that shocks him, chin tilting up, expression open.]
I... beg your pardon. You'll need to be more clear, Miss Megistus. Your disciple?
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It's beautiful.
[Yes, he whispers it aloud, and unlike the flustering of earlier his voice is confident. He doesn't feel ashamed to state his opinion, since it is the truth.
— Lack of initiative? The remark goes over his head, as unfortunately he still lacks the knowledge of what the suits each mean; he only knows that there are four, and they divide all of the guests into categories. It's her question that shocks him, chin tilting up, expression open.]
I... beg your pardon. You'll need to be more clear, Miss Megistus. Your disciple?