ferbie has me on some absolute regency courtship bs… every time hubert softly brushes a lock of ferdinand’s hair with his gloved fingers i get the vapours. direct eye contact has me fumbling for my smelling salts. if ferdinand were to kiss hubert’s palm i would just faint
[image is a short, textless comic featuring ferdinand and hubert. ferdinand laughs at something, then starts in slight shock as hubert reaches forward to grasp a lock of his hair. hubert leans forward, then brings the lock of hair to his lips in a gentle, solemn kiss. ferdinand stares, wide-eyed and flustered. a short coda follows wherein ferdinand frantically thinks, “c-can i still get married??” while hubert, still holding the hair, frantically thinks “oh goddess what have i done. i was too bold”]