Harrowheart expected Isidor might not outwardly enjoy that kind of foolery, and he certainly thought she'd make a show of disapproval, but he didn't think it would be so... So... Real.
His eyes widen with the painful realization that his playfulness has really only embarrassed him and wasn't amusing in the slightest to Isidor Briar No-Fun Durant. Light, his mouth feels so dry. He feels so watched.
He looks down, not quite at the ground but somehow through it, and quietly stammers, "I-it's a... Joke, 'cause... I-it's outta place to act... Like that... Which... Makes it... Funny?..."
No. No it does not.
He turns his fearful, remorseful, utterly mortified expression to Runa, desperate for some help. Say something, suggest something, move them someplace, woman, just do it fast. Please.
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His eyes widen with the painful realization that his playfulness has really only embarrassed him and wasn't amusing in the slightest to Isidor Briar No-Fun Durant. Light, his mouth feels so dry. He feels so watched.
He looks down, not quite at the ground but somehow through it, and quietly stammers, "I-it's a... Joke, 'cause... I-it's outta place to act... Like that... Which... Makes it... Funny?..."
No. No it does not.
He turns his fearful, remorseful, utterly mortified expression to Runa, desperate for some help. Say something, suggest something, move them someplace, woman, just do it fast. Please.