"Oh, Princess, I like you in my hair, but -- I will await your command, m'lady." Like when they'd met, he dropped into a playful but well-meaning bow. He righted himself and looked to Rosalinde, perched, content. Like a cat. But not just a cat. Lucas did well to keep his smile managed as he lifted his good hand, waving to Autumn's back and Rosalinde's brief glance.
Yeah. That all just happened.
He waited until she turned a corner before he remembered to exhale, running a hand over his pony-tailed hair and looking around the quiet area. Shaking his head, a little more troubled in his features, Lucas resumed jogging, but decided to go home -- he was gonna need a drink. Or five.
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