14 Sure
"My answer is yes. Knowing more about you would be nice." The clear, monotone voice echoed out with only a hint of amusement.
Hearing Rowan readily cooperate with his question, Luken felt himself relax his taut shoulders and a breath that he did not know that he was holding. The sharp-faced man felt surprised at Rowan's agreement to his strange question.
He straightens his back and squares his shoulders to seem more calm and collected, despite his wildly beating heart. He felt that his question was lacking in his usual eloquence and seemed a bit out of the blue. Luken felt like he fumbled badly for the first time. He wanted to know more about Rowan as to become closer, however he instead made it about himself. Luken could only hope that the man within the wooden mirror does not find him narcissistic. It was an honest mistake! But, he was truly happy that Rowan agreed to know more of him.
It meant that Rowan felt the same way! Since both feel the same way, Luken already considered Rowan his friend.
Luken nods his head in satisfaction, strands of his slicked-back platinum hair fall to the front of his forehead. His image still being a cold-faced beauty, Rowan sighed enviously at the man's sharp and handsome features.
Yet, seeing Luken's ears flushed with a tint of pink, Rowan still found the man more adorable than handsome.
Such an awkward man. How did he even make friends at this point? Can he even socialize?
Unknowning of his now considered friend's thoughts that were undermining his social skills, Luken walked back to the little nook he was previously at with Rowan. Delicately holding the mirror in his hand, Luken angled Rowan in a way where he could see the view from the window that gently let out rays of sunlight and of course, himself!
Clearing his throat to release the lump that started to form due to his anxiousness to properly and fully introduce himself to Rowan.
"I am Luken, the King of Nelumbo."
A pause occurred after that firm statement.
...
Luken's hands began to become damp from nervous sweat. He started off with strong momentum, only to suddenly lose it and spiral back down to his unconfidence in his first time of pursuing someone as a friend.
He was in a bit of a predicament.
He did not consider himself as an interesting individual. Yes, he had accomplishments and good looks. But, even if he had all those things, he could not think up a single thing that helps him build a good image for this to-be friend of his without sounding even more narcissistic than he already did after asking that question. And that response!
Luken almost forgot his single sentence response!
'I am Luken, the King of Nelumbo?' The cold-faced man felt his eyelid twitch at such an obvious and already known fact. Rather than becoming friends, does it not sound like he was trying to draw a line between himself and Rowan?
Feeling the lump that reappeared inside of his throat, he used his other hand to massage his neck to cover the slight deviation of his thoughts.
Restoring his line of thought back to the man, or rather, the wooden mirror in front of him, he wanted to fix things before they become worse.
