[ Is it odd that Ferdinand finds himself momentarily distracted by Hubert’s hands? By long, slender fingers slipping free of ever-present gloves with the intent to comb them through his hair. It feels intimate in a way, the very thought bringing a swath of pink over Ferdinand’s cheeks – unseen, thankfully, now that Hubert has settled in behind him.
If this is meant to be a test, Ferdinand has already failed spectacularly, not helped by the way he stays quiet for perhaps a moment too long even after his friend prompts him to continue. This is… nice. Strangely domestic, and “domestic” is not a work Ferdinand would have ever thought to attribute to Hubert von Vestra. ]
I… ah. I had already finished, unless you need me to repeat something?
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If this is meant to be a test, Ferdinand has already failed spectacularly, not helped by the way he stays quiet for perhaps a moment too long even after his friend prompts him to continue. This is… nice. Strangely domestic, and “domestic” is not a work Ferdinand would have ever thought to attribute to Hubert von Vestra. ]
I… ah. I had already finished, unless you need me to repeat something?