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              ♞ ⇸ 𝓚 _{^{ｎｉｇｈｔ }}} 

            _{A quizzical expression is donned upon his features, with but
            a soft, gentle smile tugging at his lips. Clearly evident, her 
            nervousness was but all to obvious to his eye. though with the
            effort was noticed as well; greatly appreciated that she would
            even make an attempt for his sake.} 

            _{Response to her first statement is but a nod, before he tips
            his head to pay heed to her next statement— a familiar phrase
            that he has heard many times again. And there is once again,
            a smile upon his lips.} 

                  _{❝ Ah, that one?
                      How.. nostalgic.
                      Once again, such things would always vary.
                      For in certain situations, it is but blissful to be ignorant.
                      While in others, it is not.  ❞}

                 _{{ ✘♟✘ }}

_{Perhaps, if one were able to 
explain her agreement in
something other than a subtle, 
shaky nod characteristic of a
quiescent, then they would liken
it to the quickened tremor of
Debussy’s Passepied. For, her
agreement, though an agreement 
nonetheless, was a tremor
characteristic of her hands before
will had stilled them. She had a 
question or two about it, per say.} 

                                                                                 _{❝ …I guess. ❞} 

_{❝ But why generalize it, then? ❞} 

                                                                                 _{❝ …Maybe they just weren’t thinking. ❞}