a small pout taking place on her lips, blinking few times at shishiba’s hand latching on her hip. her fingers grabbing and playing with the end of his golden hair quietly.
‶ hmmmm ... steak. and coke. oh, and cold noodles too. ʹʹ
That dress raven locked woman used fell over golden haired's quite naturally as his other hand took hold of her hip . — What are you feeling taste for , hm ?
@sixeyedfool “ i’m not sharing. ” he hadn’t even asked but knowing how selfish osaragi was with food she opted for stating it. her hands grabbed the one of the bag, eyes swinging while quickly unwrapping the hamburger and giving it a big bite.