[He catches himself on his own elbow, momentarily stunned before she raises an admittedly important question.
There's a moment of awkward silence before he clears his throat softly, his face turning a deeper shade of crimson, with only some of it owing to eagerness.]
Ah— in my suitcase, actually.
[He flashes her a crooked, sheepish smile. Let it never be said that he isn't prepared.]
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There's a moment of awkward silence before he clears his throat softly, his face turning a deeper shade of crimson, with only some of it owing to eagerness.]
Ah— in my suitcase, actually.
[He flashes her a crooked, sheepish smile. Let it never be said that he isn't prepared.]