wren froze as his arms encompassed her waist. these signs of affection from tao were so rare she could count them on one hand. best not to draw attention to it. . .with a shaking hand, she picked up the strawberry and began again.
this time. she leaned forward slightly. ( & )
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He sunk his chin in the despondent shape of her shoulder. His heart quietly sung hearing her sound so miserable that he even snuck his arms around her waist.
β Ah, it looks ugly as shit now. β
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heβs right on the money. the intensity of his expression has her bony fingers shaking. the strawberry tumbles from her tweezers into the pile of cream.
β β βoh man.β huff.
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Tao makes sure he is obviously staring from around shoulder, hoping to catch if her fingers start to shake.
β Donβt fuck it uppp .. ο½ β
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wren looks more than a little frazzled as she attempts to perfectly place a strawberry on a dollop of cream atop a homemade waffle.
β β βα΅α΅βΏ'α΅ Λ‘α΅α΅α΅ ΚΈα΅α΅!β
stuck on redrafting, wren had taken to pouting at the screen in the hopes it would automatically fix itself. the appearance of cake delivered by a blue hand lifted her so swiftly out of her stupor her smile was practically blinding.
β β βdash .αβ
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Side stepping over to slide her some lemon slice he definitely shouldnβt be handing out for free but he simply /canβt/ stand to see her look so down in the dumps!
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