Just like clock work, he was back at what had become their usual spot, just waiting. He was admittedly tired, having just been up the night prior. Nerves had definitely got the better of him. It was so stupid that he was nervous now. The Squire tried to fight a yawn and failed.

Welp, at least he had somewhere to hide if Cela didn't like it. Necro... really really hoped Cela liked it.


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