"Come, put out thy arms--" Harry is trying not to laugh, he's really trying! He comes around behind Feuilly to pull on the doublet like a jacket, but as he comes back to the front to start fastening up the row of buttons, he can't help it anymore-- he rests his head against Feuilly's shoulder and laughs.
"O, forgive me-- thou look'st fine indeed--" It's just strange.
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Date: 2015-07-19 10:09 pm (UTC)"O, forgive me-- thou look'st fine indeed--" It's just strange.