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sweetpinkpixie · 06-26-2014, 08:03 AM

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

Muggle role playing video games. She'd never played, though heard of them yes. Fascinating concept. However interesting his description was though, it was very difficult to move her gaze and thoughts from the small copper key. Or was it brass? Not that she needed to know what type of metal it was made out of. It didn't make a difference with what it made of. What mattered was what it unlocked.

.....oh my oh my.

The repeated words of "a key to your home" in a question manner were just on her lips, but she was incapable of speaking as her gaze snapped up to Airey. A key to his home. He...he wanted her to move in with him? "Oh, Airey..." Was it just her or was it getting tingly warm? Or just...tingly. The freezing temperatures and the added hummingbird heartbeat she had gave an odd sensation in her feet and hands.

"I...I vill of course, consider it." Did...did he need an answer...now?

The all too familiar sensation of forgetting how to breathe had taken over him yes again. It really was a wonder how he had survived his teen years considering that his anxiety and social interactions had matured since then. Yeah, think on that everyone.

He also wasn't sure what sort of answer he was expecting or even hoping for. Yes would be nice, though. Since, you know, everyone hated rejection when you were putting yourself out there. For the first time. Merlin his palms were sweating profusely. And he was feeling hot. Almost hot enough to not notice the freezing temperatures outside. Almost.

Inhaling sharply when she spoke, he locked eyes with her and waited for her to finish her thought.

"STELLAR!" he exclaimed, arms wide and wrapped around her to give her one of those pick you off your feet and spin 360 degrees sort of hugs. "I mean...that's great. I mean thank you. I mean...I still want you to have that regardless. I want you to know you are always welcome and that you...." he paused for a moment because the words were catching in his throat. "...you have complete access to my life."

Probably something he should have discussed with her first instead of just throwing this all at her at once. In freezing temperatures. Where she was wearing his coat and he was now standing their freezing with a red nose. His limbs still maintained his full mobility, which was useful as he pulled out one more thing from his pocket and handed her one (the one on the right).

"Um...here...to, um, help you distinguish that key from all the others," he explained "Oh, and, um, Happy Valentine's Day."

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