Send [ APPROVAL ] + (a decision that your muse is making)

... holy shit . that was high . cue the expression of feigned wonder on his face as he watches the little thing be launched into the heavens above , a hand pressed to his chest , as though he's just too overcome with emotion . ❝ oh , wow ... gnomes can fly ! ❞ as that bright twinkle in his eye dims , there's a soft little amused giggle pressed between the rosy tiers of his lips , followed by a playful nudge to astarion's shoulder , like a child who knows they just did something very naughty .