a nostalgic glimmer gave way in expression, reminiscent of when her old friends would accompany her.
gaze meeting ian' s, giving a small beam as their meeting came to a close, looking saddened the interaction was ending.
`` ... but yes, see you around. ``
⠀⠀⠀⠀glittering candied irises showed amusement in conversation, actually being the one to enjoy it instead of distancing herself——an improvement on her part.
`` definitely ! they' re more enjoyable with others as well, i haven' t been in awhile. ``
"Yeah. I agree. I suppose that's a change I wouldn't mind having in my life... I guess I never really considered to go to museums and art galleries... Or theatre... I should change that, huh?"
With a soft smile, Ian stopped by her building, guiding her until she was by the door,
his name loomed in her head, 𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘮 ...
she kept polite incase he did have good intentions, but careful to not give much kindness as she wouldn' t know where that would take her.
⠀⠀⠀⠀swallowing down growing lump in throat, she kept her pace ahead him, hands encased tightly around bag straps and keeping gaze ahead of her.
men were always an unwilling target of hers, even with a promise to herself to be more trusting.
At first when she said no, Xiem was going to protest. Some strange concern for her safety. Why did he even care, truly?
Then suddenly, the answer changed.
The killer kept to himself as he began to walk with her. Hands in his pockets, matching her pace and keeping his
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the back of her head.
silence in tow after the stranger spoke again, giving her his name. continuing to walk forward, peering over to him before turning gaze back.
`` rosalie. ``
a quick blunt answer, voice soft as she spoke. ↓
realizing her stress got the best of her, trying to shrug it off.
`` you' re such a life saver, yes please. ``
thanking him as the two turned to walk together, hoping it wasn' t too much on him.
⠀⠀⠀⠀anxiousness that practically melted away as soon as the offer hit her ears, a tired nod to taller with a thankful beam. glad to have someone familiar walk with her, her day was saved.
turning over to class, she' d been passing it in a circle.
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⠀⠀ relief washed across softened features ; squinting at the screen , cyrus quickly lifted his head and gestured behind her and to the left .
〝 yeah , building 5a is over …〞 he began , trailing off towards the end as a tempting idea popped into his head . ➝
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⠀⠀⠀⠀honey irises gleamed in joy, happy to have someone talk to her——even if it was over a pen.
nodding head, reaching back into pink pencil pouch, unzipping to grasp a few more to lay out in front of the other.
own ears atop her head twitch, delighted ﹠ giggly ’pon the offering of the bunny pen. how cute———— it matches her ♡. rising a hand to cover her grinning lips, she tips her head in gratitude.
`` it' s no problem !! ``
voice sweet, a giggle laced itself into words. handing over themed pens, each one having different animals adorning atop the pen.
`` let' s see ... i have a cat, mouse, otter, penguin ... `` ↓