[ Balthier arrives back at his room from a trip into town to buy stationary and a decent pen to find the poem under the door.
The first time he reads it, he finds himself pressing his hand to a widening smile, a laugh of disbelief escaping him. He reads it a few more times, his cheeks growing warmer and his smile only widening.
He sits between the bed and the small end table and pens his response, reading the poem a few more times as he writes. When he gets up to deliver the letter, he folds the poem and places it in his wallet, which goes into his coat's inner pocket. ]
Re: Letter Exchange: The Poem (Don't judge him, he's self-conscious)
The first time he reads it, he finds himself pressing his hand to a widening smile, a laugh of disbelief escaping him. He reads it a few more times, his cheeks growing warmer and his smile only widening.
He sits between the bed and the small end table and pens his response, reading the poem a few more times as he writes. When he gets up to deliver the letter, he folds the poem and places it in his wallet, which goes into his coat's inner pocket. ]