(— Krys’ cheeks flushed, matching the colour of her brightly dyed hair, as she felt the lips of the man, pressed to the back of her palm. She chuckled, softly, as her eyes met his, head tilting lightly to the side) Milady? Oh, no, I’m Krys. (— She chuckled softly) It’s a…Uhm, pleasure to meet you, sir.
[ ———— Charles' ears could very easily trace the origin of the subtle accent in her speech, evidently it hinted at the well-known British accent.. which didn't differ immensely from his own. Parting his plump lips, was a soft chortle. ] Oh goodness me, is my face marring with wrinkles? [ ———— Jesting in a playful manner, his head lolls to one side, a sweet smile plastered upon his lips. ] No need to make use of honorifics with me, Krys. My name is Charles, and it's a pleasure to meet you too.
Hello, lovely people who are active! Will you talk to me or shall I sell my soul to the devil to earn friends?
[ —— Craving for a companion, Char's brisk walk landed him before the unfamiliar lady. And typically, with his gentleman-like qualities, her palm is delicately grasped within his own, larger hand. To the back of her hand, pressed are his lips in a light kiss and soon, her hand is released, a smile playing on his lips. ] Not at all, milady.
