-a shop window; If he is at all perturbed by the presence of lingering shadows, it does not plainly show.

　“ I do not suppose you are in the habit of being chaperoned, are you…? “

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…?

Mid? Is everything alright?

It might as well be vinegar…!

　( Though he imagined even the cooks would be reluctant to take such a bottle off their hands.

He makes a face—Though the furrow between his brows softens at the thumb upon his lips; Parts them just so. )

Perhaps we should borrow a drink from Cid’s cellar.

( With the bottle against his lips, he brings a hand to its base to tip it upwards—Juuuuuust the tiniest sip… )

　… EuGH—

( RECOILING, covering his mouth. )

　G-gods, you weren’t wrong…!

That would ruin the surprise, would it not?

　( He has him in the palm of his hand, now. Julius sits upright, twisting at the waist to swing a knee over the other’s lap and straddle his thighs.

He reaches for the wine bottle. )

On one condition; Let me try?

Can I not enjoy the same?

　( He glances up at the other, eyes wide—no doubt pleading. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. Intent on receiving only a ‘yes’ for an answer. )

What might you wish to try? A pastry, perhaps? A Sanbrequois dessert?