sorahaha:

jxte:

Maybe. You still haven’t told me how old you are- [‘nudges you lightly, a grin itching at his lips.] I’d like to be thought of as one, yes.

Ah, well, that’s not important. What’s important is your stomach, so come along. -gently grabs a hold of his hand and leads him into the restaurant- Alright, I’ll think of you as one; you have the potential. 

You care about me already? And so the storyline progresses. [‘he laughs, following you.] Then I suppose you’ll be my princess.