"Ohh, what a strange curse...! But then again, I should be more used to this city's tricks!" Gracia laughed, care-freely. "I can't imagine Motochika with curly hair! Who would have made a rumor about his hair though?"
She leaned towards him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as he managed with the cooking.
"But Father's hair would still be the best, even under normal situations!" Gracia stifled a giggle, placing her index finger against her lips. "Don't tell Motochika that!"
Gracia didn't sense the slight pause at the slightest. She hummed and nodded slightly, her smile still quite vibrant. She straightened right back up and kicked her legs back and forth from underneath the table.
"Married? Huwah...That's something I'm already used to! That's because Father and Motochika are very much in love with each other!" Her shoulders rose in amusement. She's always admired (and fantasized) that kind of love - so pure and unwavering, gentle yet strong...How romantic, she thought!
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She leaned towards him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as he managed with the cooking.
"But Father's hair would still be the best, even under normal situations!" Gracia stifled a giggle, placing her index finger against her lips. "Don't tell Motochika that!"
Gracia didn't sense the slight pause at the slightest. She hummed and nodded slightly, her smile still quite vibrant. She straightened right back up and kicked her legs back and forth from underneath the table.
"Married? Huwah...That's something I'm already used to! That's because Father and Motochika are very much in love with each other!" Her shoulders rose in amusement. She's always admired (and fantasized) that kind of love - so pure and unwavering, gentle yet strong...How romantic, she thought!