[ Caelus wanted very badly to say yes. But that would be a lie, and there's something about Sunday that makes the Trailblazer feel, instinctively, that it would be difficult to lie to him. He fidgets nervously with the edge of one of his sleeves. ]
I think — I think I'm good-looking. And I think you like me. But you...
[ His breath catches a little in his throat as he lifts his eyes to gaze at Sunday again — such is the depth of his admiration. ]
You're just so pretty.
I feel like I need to earn you. I'd do anything for you.
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[ Caelus wanted very badly to say yes. But that would be a lie, and there's something about Sunday that makes the Trailblazer feel, instinctively, that it would be difficult to lie to him. He fidgets nervously with the edge of one of his sleeves. ]
I think — I think I'm good-looking. And I think you like me. But you...
[ His breath catches a little in his throat as he lifts his eyes to gaze at Sunday again — such is the depth of his admiration. ]
You're just so pretty.
I feel like I need to earn you. I'd do anything for you.