Estinien's armor almost killed me but it was so worth it, forever in love with the dragoon armor set ;v; #FFXIV #aymeric #estinien #estimeric

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Drats. He was really hoping he could keep it for just a bit longer.

"Aymeric. Please.."

"I'm sorry but.. I'm siding with this ..small dog-man. I know where you hide your dirty books." He's smirking. The jerk.

WAKES FROM DEAD SLEEP...

Chuckling. "I'm sorry, I'm a man of honesty."

He’s ... wearing a proper shirt! Whoa— He’s also got his hair tied back. Today is a strange day indeed.

Estinien doesn't want Aymeric to eat a chocolate thing shaped like.. someone else. He seems a bit amused by this whole ordeal though.

Doesn't he have work to do? ... Estinien is very amused by this however. Aymeric has such a charming day dreaming expression.

A chuckle rumbled from his chest and he wandered over, strong hands gently moving Aymeric from his seat. He stole it and then pulled the dark haired male into his lap before his nose pressed into the space where his neck met his shoulder. "Does this suffice?"

"Ho' Warrior." The dragoon greeted as he moved into the Rising Stones. His cool eyes shifted about, he would never admit it but he was ... quite relieved to see that miss Tataru was nowhere to be seen. "How have you been fairing?" Affa

"Perhaps a proper break is in order for you, hmm?" He brushed his cool lips over the exposed neck there before nipping playfully.

“For a single moment, I will admit that I am utterly and entirely... exhausted.”

This is relevant again.