[Byleth had one of those indescribable emotions again, one that felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable, but not in a negative way. It was like when Dimitri had spoken so earnestly to him at the Meridian gathering - where he'd been pleased at his words yet had also wanted to crawl into a hole and bury himself in there. Claude was exhibiting that same earnestness, and it made...
...'squirmy', was the only word he could think of. Claude made him feel squirmy.
Yet, he was distracted from the sweet moment when Claude finished his kind speech by pointing at him. He obligingly looked down, identifying where Claude's finger was pointed towards and... blinked.]
...with Clauddles?
[The plushie was tall enough that its head was just shy of heart-level, an unintentional glancing shot of the metaphorical point Claude was trying to make.]
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...'squirmy', was the only word he could think of. Claude made him feel squirmy.
Yet, he was distracted from the sweet moment when Claude finished his kind speech by pointing at him. He obligingly looked down, identifying where Claude's finger was pointed towards and... blinked.]
...with Clauddles?
[The plushie was tall enough that its head was just shy of heart-level, an unintentional glancing shot of the metaphorical point Claude was trying to make.]