no cold shoulder can stop the bouncy mousy. within seconds, she’s before him again and pushing a forkful of fruit to his lips. indirect kissing! looking suspiciously pleased about it, too.
“ eat! it’s so good, Beatsy! ”
Once she offered the fruit, it was like his stomach responded with a low grumble yet, the Auran himself turned himself away.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Eat your food, fuzz ball. I don’t want it … * 💧. ❜
He said. Like a liar. A hungry liar.
shoving her cheeks full of fruit like a madwoman. with a few bites left, she finally notices the stare he’s had on her. with juice on her lips, she holds the bowl out to him.
“ fruit? ”