[ In a strange, new place full of strange, new people, Ferdinand had not been prepared for the prospect of running into someone he knew. No, not just knew. The woman who stands up at the desk is one of the people who's had the most profound impact on the trajectory of his life, all before she even knew he existed or, frankly, had any reason to.
Ferdinand isn't one to be left speechless easily, but the surprise of seeing Manuela there certainly leaves him at a loss for words. A million thoughts rush through his mind at once, ranging from concern that his hero — his princess, as he so often puts it — is in the same situation that he is to a flicker of excitement. That feeling twists in his chest as though someone has grabbed his heart and yanked it around, and it takes him a second to recover as a soft blush spreads across his cheeks. And that outfit? Well, it certainly doesn't make it any easier for him to form words, though it does make him form quite a few thoughts. ]
M-Manuela...
[ Picking up on the awkwardness without necessarily knowing its cause, the lone crewmember looks up from his donut, as though to remind Ferdinand that the cameras are indeed rolling.
There is so much that he wants to say to her, so much that he wants to check on to make sure that she's okay. He wants to tell her how much of a relief it is to see her, but how he wishes it were under any other circumstance. But sharing a stage with her, even in a scenario like this? It's too much of a dream come true for him to allow himself such impulses right away. No, if he's going to be starring with her, he needs to throw himself utterly into his role. ]
There must be something I can do. I'm willing to put in the work... but I just have to pass this class.
[ He closes the door behind him, stepping closer to the desk. His gaze flits to her soft, lovely features, but he can't hide the way it wanders downward. If they wanted to ensure he'd have real passion for his co-star, then they certainly chose well. ]
(heavy breathing)
Ferdinand isn't one to be left speechless easily, but the surprise of seeing Manuela there certainly leaves him at a loss for words. A million thoughts rush through his mind at once, ranging from concern that his hero — his princess, as he so often puts it — is in the same situation that he is to a flicker of excitement. That feeling twists in his chest as though someone has grabbed his heart and yanked it around, and it takes him a second to recover as a soft blush spreads across his cheeks. And that outfit? Well, it certainly doesn't make it any easier for him to form words, though it does make him form quite a few thoughts. ]
M-Manuela...
[ Picking up on the awkwardness without necessarily knowing its cause, the lone crewmember looks up from his donut, as though to remind Ferdinand that the cameras are indeed rolling.
There is so much that he wants to say to her, so much that he wants to check on to make sure that she's okay. He wants to tell her how much of a relief it is to see her, but how he wishes it were under any other circumstance. But sharing a stage with her, even in a scenario like this? It's too much of a dream come true for him to allow himself such impulses right away. No, if he's going to be starring with her, he needs to throw himself utterly into his role. ]
There must be something I can do. I'm willing to put in the work... but I just have to pass this class.
[ He closes the door behind him, stepping closer to the desk. His gaze flits to her soft, lovely features, but he can't hide the way it wanders downward. If they wanted to ensure he'd have real passion for his co-star, then they certainly chose well. ]