Mordred definitely wasn't expecting him to laugh of all things and it shows in her expression as it twists with an uncertain mixture of surprise and confusion.
what a weirdo.
lowering one eyebrow and raising the other she scrutinizes him with an incredulous look. resting one hand on her hip she raises the other to stop him before he can ramble on too far.]
Hold up, "friend"? Don't make me laugh! There's no way father would make friends with a clown like you.
[seriously though Arturia is a wet blanket, they wouldn't mesh well at all. no one likes wet dog smell.]
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Mordred definitely wasn't expecting him to laugh of all things and it shows in her expression as it twists with an uncertain mixture of surprise and confusion.
what a weirdo.
lowering one eyebrow and raising the other she scrutinizes him with an incredulous look. resting one hand on her hip she raises the other to stop him before he can ramble on too far.]
Hold up, "friend"? Don't make me laugh! There's no way father would make friends with a clown like you.
[seriously though Arturia is a wet blanket, they wouldn't mesh well at all. no one likes wet dog smell.]