[Pardon him while he turns six shades of deep blue and purple as he flushes at the sight on his phone. Which he promptly has to hide and shiftily look around to make sure no one else could've seen. He has to adjust the collar of his shirt because SHEW is he warm now.]
A-a-ah. Th-those are lovely. Yes.
[He sends before he realizes that the voice to text translated his stutter. Not that his fingers would've done any better at typing just then, especially not as he's retreating somewhere less... out in the open.]
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A-a-ah. Th-those are lovely. Yes.
[He sends before he realizes that the voice to text translated his stutter. Not that his fingers would've done any better at typing just then, especially not as he's retreating somewhere less... out in the open.]