ow— hey, watch the arm.. little cait.  [he seriously cannot hide the blush that's on his face right now. he's a mess and he KNOWS it──he's been caught red-handed and he has no evidence to back it up.  maybe, just maybe.. councillor medarda truly did catch his eye—and more.]   
            
            she ... erm.. she's nice. she's a strong woman──and smart and.. pretty. where.. where are we going with this?   @scopedscion

ID.  @BOYSAVIR
            
            i knew it !  i / KNEW / it !
            
            *  a triumphant laugh escaped the other ,  padding around the room like she did when she was a young teen && teased jayce for being poor with his first date ,  && the second ,  && the third .  a smile brightened her face before she gave a punch to the shoulder .  *
            
            is it councilman medarda ?  because i see such a vision .

ha..  hah, that's..  that's not true.  who told you that?   [at her playful accusation, his cheeks immediately flush, his ears grow hot and his face becomes filled with a red hue that gives it away.]    
            
            ...there are plenty of members on the council. you could be talking about anyone, cait. gee, where did you even get this information from?   [at this point, jayce cannot hide his embarrassment as he coughs and moves away to hide his brightened, red cheeks.]    @scopedscion

@boysavir   ⁝     ❝ golly, if you get this bad i cannot begin to fathom the reaction miss medarda illicit from you. ❞  **stopping her tight circle she would step closer and slap a hand onto his shoulder, giving him a playful shake. ❝ doesn’t matter though? i would think it does. ❞

@bruisiings      "don't be a damn tease, vi."  a grumble, and a larger hand moves around to rub at the nape of his neck,  despite his growing blush,  jayce looked elsewhere at an attempt to hide his embarrassment.   "──a harmless blush,  alright?  you're the one who called me a pretty boy and now  [...]  it doesn't matter now."  

@boysavir   ⁝    ** vi would give an amused roll of her eyes as the other flushed. if she didn’t know him to a degree she’d have labeled it pathetic. maybe she did.  a little bit. but she would circle around him and shrug. ❝ ain’t nothin fair down here or up. whatcha doin about it. ❞ * a small pause. ❝ other than flush like a damn fruit. ❞

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