how his patterns must look. certainly different than hers, all in one leg. “ say, we should try and grab something to eat someday. if you’d. . . like that. ”
she’s amused by it, most certainly. some part of her is genuinely surprised by the effect she had on them, and the other basks in it like it’s sunlight —— soft and comforting against skin. some part of their life has been filled with
a feeling washes over him⎯⎯the underworld is all cold and suffering. demons fend for themselves、feast on the weak as the king tramples on all of them like disposable pawns. mystery wonders when was the last time someone held his hand、
and truly, they are. she watches the flush of ears, takes in that smile, and stores the image of it deep in their heart. there is an urge to touch the tip of those fangs, and it takes everything in her not to. briefly, they wonder
i miss hanging out with you, too! sorry, i’ve been so busy with the comeback, lately. . . ₍ a soft sigh, before head shakes. ₎ nevermind that. i love the new look! the dark hair suits you well.
❪⠀eyes twinkling towards the other. grin curved delightfully. cheeks in a soft rosy hue.⠀❫ gosh、you have no idea how much that means to me... i really miss hanging out with you、 hyejin–ah... *̲ ☺️