[You were a dick and your reasons were terrible, Vegeta, but if not for you, Faize would never have realized that he is capable of boldness...for very brief moments. But hey, it's a start, right? Even if he kind of lost steam halfway through. Maybe he'll get better at it with time because surely that's not something either of them needs to worry about. All the time in the world, right? It's not like either of them could die at any moment.]
[Nobody here has seen him this flustered before, but then again, nobody else here is Alisha. And he doesn't feel quite the same way about anybody else here. So perhaps it's not all that surprising (to anybody other than the two of them, at least) that she's capable of turning him into a flustered mess of flushed cheeks and half-thought words.]
Then... [He moves across the room, grabbing the little chair that I assume is in the room because it's on the picture in the setting page, and bringing it back next to Alisha's bedside. Princess etiquette lessons be damned, there's nothing to worry about here, see? Not even going to sit on the bed or anything, he knows what boundaries are, even if asking to stay is a small push against them.] this is where I shall remain, at least until sleep claims you or you tire of my company.
[Whichever comes first. Then he'll go back to his room and...probably lay in his still mostly-unmade bed, staring at ceiling and thinking about his life choices instead of sleeping.]
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[Nobody here has seen him this flustered before, but then again, nobody else here is Alisha. And he doesn't feel quite the same way about anybody else here. So perhaps it's not all that surprising (to anybody other than the two of them, at least) that she's capable of turning him into a flustered mess of flushed cheeks and half-thought words.]
Then... [He moves across the room, grabbing the little chair that I assume is in the room because it's on the picture in the setting page, and bringing it back next to Alisha's bedside. Princess etiquette lessons be damned, there's nothing to worry about here, see? Not even going to sit on the bed or anything, he knows what boundaries are, even if asking to stay is a small push against them.] this is where I shall remain, at least until sleep claims you or you tire of my company.
[Whichever comes first. Then he'll go back to his room and...probably lay in his still mostly-unmade bed, staring at ceiling and thinking about his life choices instead of sleeping.]