Well... to be honest with you, small designs such as this are something I enjoy whipping up from time to time. I recently designed the business cards for the three of us in Victoria Housekeeping, for example...
Which isto say, of course, that you can trust whatever I design to look beautiful and fit you perfectly. I was thinking... something a bit like a seal of your own?
[Pausing. Thinking.]
Have either I or Chipp shown you one of our seals yet?
Then your own, you shall have! And I will have it tattooed upon me to remain for as long as I can keep it! Are there any themes in particular you would like me to focus on?
[Anoooother pause, and he digs out his notebook from his bag - something he's already gone and burned his own seal into, flipping to the back page where it remains and showing it to her.]
I doubt I will. [ file this under Things That Make Jyoti Look Like A Clown In Retrospect ] ... But thanks.
[ Even if she can't see that future for herself, she understands where those words come from. And it's... kind. A kindness she doesn't know how to handle, but doesn't push away because it's Evangeline. ]
...I think that if you made me a seal that was supposed to be as cool as yours and Chipp's, and you drew like a dick on it or something, my feelings would be a tiny bit hurt...
[The kiss gets him to perk back up instantly, of course, because he is nothing if not a sucker for affection in all forms - And he picks up that loaf of bread, taking it back out of its bag.]
Do you wish to try it...? Is that what you suggest? I'll happily allow you to indulge, if you'd like.
Hmhm~ That's all that matters to me, in the end! My happiness may be strange and incomprehensible to those around me... But so long as it's harmless, I would hope my most beloved people would support it, regardless!
[Said with what is, perhaps, the cutest little laugh he's ever let out, holding that loaf close again like it's returned to its rightful place as The Most Precious Thing.]
["Love you, too"... did she think he was saying "I love you" by calling her beloved? It felt like such a simple word to use, a synonym for treasured or cherished, but... His face immediately flushes a deep orange, and he looks down at the bread rather than her.]
... I wouldn't say that you are weird. Eccentric, perhaps, but not weird.
To those I like, yes. Surely the people in the City don't withold generosity from their loved ones - Otherwise, how would your parents be as wonderful as they sound?
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