 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris looked up from his gaze that had fallen to the ankle he was currently stroking absentmindedly as Vianna spoke, explaining that keeping her from her medicine an extra five minutes or picking her up wasn't going to kill her. The young man thought about this for a moment, realizing how true these words were, how ridiculous he must've seemed, worrying about something like that. But he couldn't help but feel like his gem was becoming incredibly fragile, and it often slipped his mind, so when he realized that he'd picked her up too much maybe, or kept her from her medicine, it freaked him out. He gave a brief smile at this, his expression looking very much like a little boy who had been concerned over a scary story he'd once heard and was just now realizing how stupid it was to be worried over it. He gave a sheepish smile at his own worries, glancing back down to her tan leg before the girl then suggested that she help him cook, just for the first few times until he got it right.
Ferris watched her for a moment, thinking over this suggestion thoughtfully with his brows slightly furrowed, considering this option. "Alright," he finally agreed with a brief nod and a small smile. It wasn't that he didn't want her there, of course he did. But he wanted to do something for her, do it so she wouldn't have to do it herself. And helping him meant that she had to do something, though he knew that he probably needed it. "But you have to promise you won't do too much, alright?" he asked of her with slightly raised eyebrows, a warmer smile crawling onto his features, brown eyes brightening at the sight of her so near. He playfully pulled her ankle towards him so she slipped closer and closer, until finally she was right in front of him, his hand resting gently on her knee.
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