#also i was omw to brush my teeth and my brain got immediately rerouted seeing Bakuna Ask (i did brush them tho)

[lunarscaled]

❛❛ I think snapbacks suit you. as much as you try to hide from people up under the brim , it's attractive on you. ❜❜

-> He says it too casually for their taste---as in, he says it easy, like their attempts to sequester as much of themselves out of people's view and pretend they don't exist are not a protection from a bygone period where they felt the need to be scarce, but instead a charming little habit that he notices and keeps for himself. They wonder if this is part of that existence of his which gives and gives and gives to make others feel wanted and calm, but do they feel calm? Not by a long shot---not by a mile and more, not when he casts them a glance just long enough to know they're paying attention before looking away to remove the pressure to react, and though they still do. They feel it in a heat on the back of their neck that spreads forwards into their cheeks, the flush creeping around their pearly scales, their eyes a little wider than normal that give away their unguarded response ( maybe he couldn't even see it under the flat rim. maybe he could, but wouldn't say anything. but neither of those things prevent it from being: a stinging red color to their cheeks like it was salacious to be perceived at all. ) They feel a rickety heartbeat in their chest the same as when Mel battered them into trying on outfits for his own personal fashion show, buttoning them up along their spine in something gauzy and white with little crystals seen in, the train so long they didn't know how anyone could hold it. And the ginger elf clapped, invigorated from head to toe at the sight, It's perfect, Lyric! You look just like a princess!

-> They didn't necessarily want to be perceived as a princess of all things, generally considered helpless and very spoiled, but they do think of how Saint patiently complimented their eyes. And they think of how they're trying hard to learn to take compliments without refuting them in some way. And most importantly, through the hazy and embarrassed flush of their upper cheeks, they think of how Saint doesn't lie for nothing. ( but they pull the brim of the hat down more, like it's going to salvage something. )

"It's just a hat, it can't affect how I look that much..."