[ Reyson quietly moves to Naesala's side, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to keep warm. (he really should've brought another jacket, but he figures this conversation will be quick. he'll get a yes or no answer out of naesala, then go to bed bitter or relieved. either way, he'll dread the ball for how he'll have to play nice with all the people who'll want him as a beautiful dance partner, but by the following morning it'll just be a memory.)
His gaze shifts between Naesala and the open sky above them. ] It's about Leanne.
[ His hands tighten just slightly over his forearms. ] Tomorrow, during the ball... are you planning on taking her to the Tower?
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His gaze shifts between Naesala and the open sky above them. ] It's about Leanne.
[ His hands tighten just slightly over his forearms. ] Tomorrow, during the ball... are you planning on taking her to the Tower?