#swordhandhungers

Tie: "Wow, we’re totally even! I guess that means we’ve both been training pretty hard, huh?"Perfect Victory: "Minerva…? Minerva, put him down! He’s already unconscious! Minerva, stop hitting him!"

             He speaks to her with this glowing manner, happy, cheerful at every moment, delightful. It always soothes her heart to be beside him, his company being something far welcoming then many others who may haps part took of her attention. At this point he's laughing, cheeks stretched out in a full smile. Noire herself can't help but smile along, blinking momentarily as she allows for her thoughts to trail along.             She'd thought it many times before. A slight little peck on the cheek, maybe upon his nose, upon his forehead, though time and time she'd stray kissing him else where. The little things about him popping forth to her, the tiny movements she simply wished to kiss out of utter appreciate of them. Such as the subtle way his brows would twitch when he'd hold a pose far too long. Or maybe the way his lips would rise from one side before the next when he'd begin to laugh.             Regardless of what thought played in her thoughts, the fact of the matter still stood out to her like a sore thumb. Kissing him, would he even come to like it? Questionable was she, yet he was evidently enamored within the conversation they had currently. Noire herself was to listen though, as she had begged the question for him to explain. Absolutely enthralled by whatever it is he'd come to say. Noire watches as a twerk of his comes to play, and she giggles.             Seeing as what he had to say  wasn't particularly funny. Owain stops, conflicted as to why she had come to giggle at him. Noire blinks, realizing he noticed and offers him a warm smile. Apologetic as it was, the boy still implores on asking why she had laughed and the archer could do nothing but answer.❝The way you talk sometimes, its just... It's cute.❞             Owain moves to speak. Eyes looking elsewhere when Noire had come to move forward, causing his eyes to snap back at once. Soft touch upon the bottom of his jaw causing a flush of feelings to be had of him. Mainly, from her who had softly kissed him there once more before reeling back. Setting upon her seat.  ❝Oh... S-Sorry was that too much?❞

swordhandhungers

Many thanks, Owain. Tell me, and be truthful, do you notice anything… different about my visage? An outside opinion may be useful to my predicament…

I think that Pinkie blushes easily, actually. It isn't like a bashful blush, but she's just so happy all the time that she just can't help but feel rosy cheeked. Just seeing her friends smile is enough to make her blush.