He was sure that he didn't know. He moved in the ways that came naturally to him, from years of experience of being larger than everyone around him, and having to be more careful of them and their fragilities as a result. Without realizing he was doing so, he gave the objects and people around him a wide berth.
Listening to her explain the house and its decor brought another smile to his face, the undercurrent of 'home' threaded throughout her voice. He was momentarily saddened to hear about her mother's passing, but as he continued to look around, he got the impression that the woman was still there in some form, watching over. "It would disturb the personality of the house if you did change too much, I think." But it was said more to himself than to Ruri.
Turning his head, he raised the volume of his voice so she could hear his answer. He'd only tried a handful of teas, and that was due to his employer's fondness for the beverage. Mint, chamomile, Devon's favorite, Earl Grey. Any of those would do, but he was open to trying something new as well. "Anything is fine." He was still distracted by the house itself.
As soon as she reappeared he became attentive once more, moving to take the tray from her gingerly so as not to spill anything before setting it down on the coffee table nearby. "This all looks lovely, thank you for making it." He flashed her a smile even as he damned his cheeks for warming at her words.
"I like helping people. It wasn't any trouble. I was glad to do it for you." They could have been twins, standing there thanking and blushing at each other while the tea cooled.
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Date: 2018-05-20 06:39 am (UTC)Listening to her explain the house and its decor brought another smile to his face, the undercurrent of 'home' threaded throughout her voice. He was momentarily saddened to hear about her mother's passing, but as he continued to look around, he got the impression that the woman was still there in some form, watching over. "It would disturb the personality of the house if you did change too much, I think." But it was said more to himself than to Ruri.
Turning his head, he raised the volume of his voice so she could hear his answer. He'd only tried a handful of teas, and that was due to his employer's fondness for the beverage. Mint, chamomile, Devon's favorite, Earl Grey. Any of those would do, but he was open to trying something new as well. "Anything is fine." He was still distracted by the house itself.
As soon as she reappeared he became attentive once more, moving to take the tray from her gingerly so as not to spill anything before setting it down on the coffee table nearby. "This all looks lovely, thank you for making it." He flashed her a smile even as he damned his cheeks for warming at her words.
"I like helping people. It wasn't any trouble. I was glad to do it for you." They could have been twins, standing there thanking and blushing at each other while the tea cooled.