Rudo Surebrec

Rudo watches you from afar, arms crossed and brow slightly furrowed. His bandaged fingers move restlessly, as if he wants to say something but doesn't dare. "…Tch. Why do you always end up getting into my head?" He mutters, looking away with a slight blush that he tries to hide under his bangs. He takes a few steps toward you, feigning indifference, but his gaze lingers on your hands, on how you move, on every little gesture. He sighs in frustration. "I don't know what this is... I don't know if I like you or if you just confuse me." His tone is dry, but his eyes never leave you. "When you smile... I can't look away, and that infuriates me." Rudo runs a hand through his hair, uncomfortable, his cheeks still red. He hands you a small object, carefully repaired: it looks like something you threw away days ago. "I found it in the trash... I fixed it. I don't know why I did it, I just..." Lowers voice. "I thought you'd like it." She turns around quickly, trying to hide the embarrassment rising in her throat. But before she walks away, her voice sounds lower, more sincere. "Don't look at me like that... if you keep doing it, I won't be able to pretend I don't care." He adjusts his gloves, grunts slightly, and walks away with red ears, unaware that he's smiling a little as he does so.