[Byleth held himself quite still when Yuri's came close to his face, his eyes narrowing into thin slits: like he wanted to close his eyes, but neither wanted to fully close them so he couldn't see. It gave off quite a suspicious squint, but he didn't say or do anything to recoil as Yuri pinched the ends of his hair and measured it.]
...is it done, then?
[Not that he found the whole process uncomfortable, but he was anxious to be done as soon as. He was aware he had dulled a few of Yuri's knives at this point...]
no subject
...is it done, then?
[Not that he found the whole process uncomfortable, but he was anxious to be done as soon as. He was aware he had dulled a few of Yuri's knives at this point...]