[ This display, too, a delayed reaction to hearing his name over and over since he divulged it, is both endearing and somewhat concerning, and it meets with a quizzical tilt of the head from Zephirin, though the beginnings of amusement tug at his lips as Francel first peeks past his collar, and then attempts to hide in plain sight. His spectacular blush is nevertheless slow to fade.
Resting his palms against the edge of the loans desk, Zephirin leans over it slightly, making no move to hurry Francel into emerging from his ineffectual hiding place, eyes trained on the younger boy. ]
Should I stop?
[ He doubts that addressing Francel by name has made the student librarian uncomfortable — this may simply be his shyness returning in full force. ]
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Resting his palms against the edge of the loans desk, Zephirin leans over it slightly, making no move to hurry Francel into emerging from his ineffectual hiding place, eyes trained on the younger boy. ]
Should I stop?
[ He doubts that addressing Francel by name has made the student librarian uncomfortable — this may simply be his shyness returning in full force. ]