[The eyes only glance at Amal for a moment before drifting aimlessly once more - Ana squeezing her own eyes shut for a moment to reorient herself. This wouldn't be so bad if she had some semblance of control over them, but the changing directions on a mindless whim is aggravating.
But once he sets down the coffees, she immediately helps herself to the mocha, completely unashamed of her sweet tooth as she sips at it. Though ah... it dawns on her that due to Zelos' condition that he may not be able to drink anything, but it's also not her place to say; having sworn herself to secrecy.
So she remains silent as he takes out the bras, smiling just a little how he tried to match to her tastes. As well as lowkey wonder if he came here straight from his work...]
Well, those certainly are colours that I like. You know my tastes pretty well.
[She flashes him another grin, before placing her drink down.]
Right, just give me a moment to to wrangle the. Eyes. Wrangle the eyes, that sounds so weird...
[But wrangle she does, even if it does involve hopping onto the couch to motion down the ones floating towards the ceiling. At least they cooperate, staying floating within the barrier of her arms with only minimal attempts to drift away.]
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But once he sets down the coffees, she immediately helps herself to the mocha, completely unashamed of her sweet tooth as she sips at it. Though ah... it dawns on her that due to Zelos' condition that he may not be able to drink anything, but it's also not her place to say; having sworn herself to secrecy.
So she remains silent as he takes out the bras, smiling just a little how he tried to match to her tastes. As well as lowkey wonder if he came here straight from his work...]
Well, those certainly are colours that I like. You know my tastes pretty well.
[She flashes him another grin, before placing her drink down.]
Right, just give me a moment to to wrangle the. Eyes. Wrangle the eyes, that sounds so weird...
[But wrangle she does, even if it does involve hopping onto the couch to motion down the ones floating towards the ceiling. At least they cooperate, staying floating within the barrier of her arms with only minimal attempts to drift away.]