Gino swivels in his seat and stands as Euphemia sits down, so he's facing Suzaku with his back to the others, and kneels, again. The vow is easier with an equal.
"I'll own and protect you," he says, simply. Without a name, the rest seems a little pointless, and without memories, well... He gets to his feet. In that brief moment, where they're both blocked from the girls' view, his expression shifts to one a lot darker than his easy-going smile. One that distinctly promises that Gino is not happy about something, and it's going to be Suzaku's job to explain all about it. Later.
"We're talking after this," he barely moves his lips; the quiet words are lost in the general noise of the hall, "Pale entrance. Eight o'clock."
And then his expression shifts back as if nothing happened, and he takes a step to the side, turns, and drops an arm around the knight's shoulders. Back to normal volume. Normal exhuberance. "It's a nickname, Mei. D'you want to be Eight?"
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"I'll own and protect you," he says, simply. Without a name, the rest seems a little pointless, and without memories, well... He gets to his feet. In that brief moment, where they're both blocked from the girls' view, his expression shifts to one a lot darker than his easy-going smile. One that distinctly promises that Gino is not happy about something, and it's going to be Suzaku's job to explain all about it. Later.
"We're talking after this," he barely moves his lips; the quiet words are lost in the general noise of the hall, "Pale entrance. Eight o'clock."
And then his expression shifts back as if nothing happened, and he takes a step to the side, turns, and drops an arm around the knight's shoulders. Back to normal volume. Normal exhuberance. "It's a nickname, Mei. D'you want to be Eight?"