Flonne had been aware of her feelings for awhile now. First she tried to deny them, frightened of them and how they could change the relatinship she currently had with Laharl. Then she accepted them but resigned to keep her affection to a Laharl-tolerant level. She was sure that if he caught wind of just how much she cared for him, he'd withdraw. He still wouldn't outright admit they were friends, though Flonne knew better. It didn't take an expert on love to know how he'd react to...to...
Just outside the throne room, Flonne's face overheated into an explosion of blush. Shaking her head rapidly to clear her thoughts, she pressed her lips into a thin line. What kind of fallen angel of love was she if she couldn't even think about her own love without going blank? She could be mature. Reasonable. Just watch!
The usual bright Flonne smile on her face, she strode into the throne room. "Laharl-san!" she called, the -san suffix all the more noticeable since she'd stop being so formal towards him. "Everything seems to be where I left it last time...how does your throne feel?"
oh no, it's The Talk
Just outside the throne room, Flonne's face overheated into an explosion of blush. Shaking her head rapidly to clear her thoughts, she pressed her lips into a thin line. What kind of fallen angel of love was she if she couldn't even think about her own love without going blank? She could be mature. Reasonable. Just watch!
The usual bright Flonne smile on her face, she strode into the throne room. "Laharl-san!" she called, the -san suffix all the more noticeable since she'd stop being so formal towards him. "Everything seems to be where I left it last time...how does your throne feel?"