[Siffrin chokes on their own spit, face immediately darkening to a comical shade. How the hell can Isabeau say these things so easily when just hearing them makes Siffrin's heart feel like it's going to explode? Not in a bad way, necessarily, just...in a way. One that's equal parts thrilling and terrifying and overwhelming and leaves him feeling a little dizzy.
Stars, Isabeau really does commit when he decides to change, huh? It's like the version of him that danced around this subject loop after loop never existed at all. It's almost enough for them to regret Isabeau finally just going for it. Only almost, of course, because waiting for Isa to just come out and say it was a special brand of torture sprinkled throughout timeloop hell and Siffrin has had more than enough of that, thanks. But Shameless Isabeau might also be a form of torture. Siffrin's heart might not be able to take this long-term.
They grip the top of their collar with both hands, pressing their face into it so hard it almost looks like he's trying to smother himself. Between Isabeau's height and the wide brim of his hat, hiding used to be so much easier. But hatless as they are now, the collar will have to do.
Slowly, they take a deep breath in, steeling themself.]
We can, uh...try that?
[He nearly loses his nerve halfway through, forcing the last bit out in a muffled squeak.]
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Stars, Isabeau really does commit when he decides to change, huh? It's like the version of him that danced around this subject loop after loop never existed at all. It's almost enough for them to regret Isabeau finally just going for it. Only almost, of course, because waiting for Isa to just come out and say it was a special brand of torture sprinkled throughout timeloop hell and Siffrin has had more than enough of that, thanks. But Shameless Isabeau might also be a form of torture. Siffrin's heart might not be able to take this long-term.
They grip the top of their collar with both hands, pressing their face into it so hard it almost looks like he's trying to smother himself. Between Isabeau's height and the wide brim of his hat, hiding used to be so much easier. But hatless as they are now, the collar will have to do.
Slowly, they take a deep breath in, steeling themself.]
We can, uh...try that?
[He nearly loses his nerve halfway through, forcing the last bit out in a muffled squeak.]