There's a moment of silence, and with Oberon's back facing Ai, there's no way to tell what kind of expression he has on his face.
At least, until he sucks in a deep breath and turns around with his usual smile. ]
...would that trouble you?
[ His face, his smile, all completely still. He has it easier than Ai. It's unfair to compare them in their abilities to remain smiling no matter what, but that doesn't make it any less similar.
Blanca, the beautiful white moth who led her to him last night, sits perched on his shoulder. Not that insects have much in the way of expressions, but she is almost certainly staring at Ai. ]
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Oberon, the Fairy King, stops in his tracks.
There's a moment of silence, and with Oberon's back facing Ai, there's no way to tell what kind of expression he has on his face.
At least, until he sucks in a deep breath and turns around with his usual smile. ]
...would that trouble you?
[ His face, his smile, all completely still. He has it easier than Ai. It's unfair to compare them in their abilities to remain smiling no matter what, but that doesn't make it any less similar.
Blanca, the beautiful white moth who led her to him last night, sits perched on his shoulder. Not that insects have much in the way of expressions, but she is almost certainly staring at Ai. ]