Kieran was grinning at him. Jude wasn't sure why he was, but it diffused warmth, right to his insides.
Not quite as much warmth as when Kieran said his black crown didn't do anything; at that, Jude's cheeks flushed visibly. "Oh," he said, a little too quickly. "Right." (But that... couldn't be right. Maybe he was messing with him, just to see him flustered?)
He nearly missed the rest of the explanation, simmering in his own mortification. In an attempt to recover himself, Jude shook his head, offered a knowing roll of his eyes. Death and destruction; trust Kieran. (One might think he'd had to deal with enough destruction to want to adorn himself with more, however good it looked.) "Ever the optimist, aren't you?" Jude sighed, though it was nearly a fond huff of laughter.
The coral ones were still a mystery, though Kieran apparently knew he wouldn't like them. "Wouldn't I?" He countered, both more curious now to find out what they did and a little put out that he was so supposedly predictable. (Not that all his friends didn't know him inside out, but... it would be nice to prove Kieran wrong once in a while.) Besides, what was it that he could possibly find so much more objectionable than the wretched red flowers he'd unknowingly been wearing all day?
Not quite as much warmth as when Kieran said his black crown didn't do anything; at that, Jude's cheeks flushed visibly. "Oh," he said, a little too quickly. "Right." (But that... couldn't be right. Maybe he was messing with him, just to see him flustered?)
He nearly missed the rest of the explanation, simmering in his own mortification. In an attempt to recover himself, Jude shook his head, offered a knowing roll of his eyes. Death and destruction; trust Kieran. (One might think he'd had to deal with enough destruction to want to adorn himself with more, however good it looked.) "Ever the optimist, aren't you?" Jude sighed, though it was nearly a fond huff of laughter.
The coral ones were still a mystery, though Kieran apparently knew he wouldn't like them. "Wouldn't I?" He countered, both more curious now to find out what they did and a little put out that he was so supposedly predictable. (Not that all his friends didn't know him inside out, but... it would be nice to prove Kieran wrong once in a while.) Besides, what was it that he could possibly find so much more objectionable than the wretched red flowers he'd unknowingly been wearing all day?
