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Corvin was mostly focused on his work. "Mhmm," He agreed, a little absentmindedly. It wasn't too long before she asked a question, though, drawing his gaze a moment. He gave her a small smile. "Well," He managed. "Sales are, g-good," He stuttered, taking a moment to breath. "How are you?" He...

Corvin smiled as Daria appeared. He kept working, content with his hands in the soil. "Am-am-" He sighed, and nodded to the small bag of seeds labelled amaryllis. He wasn't sure why he still stuttered so much, but at least he could manage it. Probably. Mostly. Unless Timothy showed up, but...

Life was going well, Corvin thought. He had a friend in Dreya, and he was really just waiting for her and Corentin to get together. He was close to his nephew, who'd just left for school, and he couldn't be happier to have his brother back as a steady presence in his life. His shop did well. As...

Corvin chuckled, moving to the table and just leaning lightly against the chair he meant to sit in. "You mean a-anything heavy with veg... vegetables," He countered, trying to peek and see what Corentin had actually made. His mouth was watering already with just the smell of it. He realized he...

Corvin leant into the hug. "I'm too polite for that," He offered softly, moving inside. He smiled at Amais, going to him first to steal a hug. He went to set the wine on the counter, leaning against it and looking about. "Amias, do you need help setting anything else up?" He asked, moving back...

Corvin liked Dreya- she was sweet, and she didn't mind listening to him when he struggled to talk. His stutter wasn't as bad around her or his family, but it was still there. He'd picked her up so they could go to his brothers house for dinner. He missed having Cory living with him sometimes...

Corvin Carrin Driscoll Date of Birth: December 28, 2029 Astrological Sign: Capricorn Hair Color/Length: Shoulder length, messy, dark chocolate brown Eyes: almond, chocolate eyes Face: Square jaw, straight nose, open features Height: Six foot Four (1.93 meters) Clothing Style: Corvin likes...

Corvin felt like his life was turning around. He felt like he was getting closer to the cute shopkeeper next door, he'd made some amends with his brother, started building a relationship with his younger nephew. He had been working mostly on an herb garden for Timothy, having built a nice...

Corvin was surprised when Amais took his hand, not bothered by the slobbering kiss he got. He smiled shyly at both his nephew and his brother, letting the boy keep his hand. He bit his lip at Cory's words and nodded slowly, letting out a soft breath. "I-i would like that," He offered, brushing...

Corvins eyes widened and he giggled nervously, shaking his head quickly. "N-n-no, thank you, I..." He bit his lip, before reaching out for his brothers hand. "I just got, um, got you b-back," He stuttered shyly. "I just want t-t-t-to be with you." He admitted shyly, looking up at his brother...

Corvin smiled shyly, fidgeting in his seat. "Well... I..." He twirled a strand of hair around his finger. "There's... this man...." He spoke shyly. "H-he... um... he.. owns the c-coffee shop next door," He bit his lip, peeking up at his brother. "H-he um- we aren't- er..." He gulped nervously...

Corvin smiled shyly. "Thanks," He murmured, brushing back his hair and putting his hands in his lap. "I- er- There is... but-" He bit his lip before sighing and glancing away. "I-i-its just me, and the shop. I d-don't... have anything else," He admitted, feeling his gut twist a little bit with...

Corvin blinked at his brothers question and quickly shook his head. "Oh, n-no," he stuttered shyly, running a hand through his hair. "N-no one," He answered, though he glanced automatically towards the coffee shop as he thought of Timothy. He didn't know if there was anything there- they had...

Corvin smiled shyly as Amais came over. "He's really c-c-cute." He told his brother, peeking at Cory. "I- um- I'm r-r-really proud of you," He offered, blushing and looking away as he said it. He'd always looked up to and respected his brother. He hadn't been surprised that Corentin had gotten...

Corvin nodded at Cory's word. "M-m-m-maybe the parade then," He mused, propping his chin in his hand. He smiled shyly at the question, blushing. He shrugged. "I- erm... I usually just... just um, drink on the couch a-and um, and watch movies till I fall a-a-asleep." He admitted bashfully. He...