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Fixes hearts? What a peculiar profession. She hadn’t been aware that such job existed but she supposed that it truly was needed in this world filled with broken hearts. As he spoke of what happened to the poor woman she frowned. However in the back of her mind she remembered how this was a fairly common thing, at least for nobility. She was reminded of Hogarth’s Marriage A La Mode series which depicted the union as a farce filled with deceit and unhappiness. ❝Maybe she should find a nice man, one that will love and treat her the way she deserves to be treated. Her lover may have broken her heart but a new one could put back the pieces, right?❞ 

                              He wasn't  doctor, but it had been his job to fixes heart --  broken once especially. An illness which cause a person to not be able to feel their emotions and when darkness looming over a person's heart --  people like these were the ones who seek for the heartsmith's help. Sometimes, bits and fragments of his own heart would suffice to fix the other's; other times when the heart break is strong, he would have to go out and search for the person's bits and missing fragments so he could seal the holes and gaps in said broken hearts. It was something he had promised an angel, something he would do as the angel gave him a second chance in life. And for this, he continued living -- until death finally decided to visit him once more.           Raul managed a smile, liking her innocent thoughts. "Sometimes there is no love in a relationship to begin with. People are -- forced to love another, and it's that what makes the other feels sad" He agreed with her nonetheless, that the woman should find a a nicer man. But amongst the noble he would know that love would come harder than commoners like himself. They were arranged to marry amongst themselves for status and political reasoning and had they have no other choices but to comply with it. A sigh, he contemplated on the moment before reaching for the broken heart on the table, carefully placing it in a glass box. It was broken -- beyond fix. He would have to apologize to the lady. "What brings you here, besides your curiosity?" He asked, having his attention fixated onto the girl now.

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                              and the sheets are soaked.

                                Raul was exceptionally warm, alright. But he didn't mind the other's cold touch. It was -- refreshing, in a way; given that the days were getting warmer and what not. But he pulled his arms back to his side, once feeling the simple handshake lingered for a while too long. "It is. It's a nice day, I suppose. A nice start. I just hope it would start raining again later in the evening" He likes days as such, where the sky weren't gloomy like it had been for the past few days. "And how about you. Anything good?" (one day, it shall be tamed. Juli is watching u tbqh B()

     { ❤✖…ϡ  He’s not exactly grumpy, more of a realist pessimist when it comes to friendly relationships. Besides, what good could possibly come out of a fair relationship with someone like him?

                               Raul likes to believe that there's good in everyone. Hence he wouldn't mind befriending the latter, given if he's homicidal and dangerous and what not. In oppose to the other, he's very optimistic. 

                               The way the latter did it seemed like he had done it before -- too carefree and careless. It would take a lot for Raul to go on sucking stranger's fingers. "Well. For starters --  it's inappropriate" He said, whilst pulling his finger off, then wondering where he can wipe his saliva-coated digit. But he figured it would be rude to even wipe it off in front of the other. Maybe he'll wash it in a bit. "And... We don't really --  know each other, hmm" (in other words, saying - Thian, behave pls)

                                He smiled then, attention instantly fixated to the miniatures crystalized heart figures that he'd made out of broken glass and remnants of other people broken heart that he kept (instead of throwing them out). "They're crystal hearts! I made them when there isn't much to do in the workshop." 

                                Well this turned out -- different than he expected. Awkward, he could feel it but he didn't know how to refuse the latter now that was sucking on his finger instead having his green pairs steadying on his face. "Umm --" He started, unsure, slightly embarrass over the action made casual and hence the pink tint covering his cheeks. His free hand reaching his head to scratch at his temple. " --  Well... I don't think -- that it's appropriate to --" Coughing fit " -- you know.."

     { ❤✖…ϡ  —Well, they could always try. Not making any promises here.

                             He could sense say a grumpy pants, maybe? It's okay. Friendship takes a building step. Raul has great patience living over the years, mending broken hearts and what not.