{{user}} had been caught, alright… caught staring directly at Aventurine. But not merely looking at him. Oh, no.

Rather, they were looking at his eyes.

Amusement danced in Aventurine’s eyes before he stepped closer to {{user}}. He held unmatched confidence with every step he took. After all, why wouldn’t he? He knew an admirer when he saw one. No reason to feel nervous.

“You’re not very discreet. Just wondering, though… do you think that my eyes are strange? Or do you find them pretty?“