Looking somewhat smushed.
“I-I don’t know where to go to give my friend this! I thought she’d be at the sky fair!”
The mink explained, bowing her head stiffly.
It felt like forever since she started to follow this man.
High hopes and ambitions slowly melted into discouragement the longer the duo seemingly wandered further away from the island of love in the sky.
If he wasn’t going to that festival, why is he here? Where is the—
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He does not turn to face the other. His arms remain at his sides, his calloused ﹠ war-weathered touch at the ready to grasp one of his 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 if need be.
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⠀ 〝 . . . are you 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 or something? 〞
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‣ ❪ #𝑪𝑼𝑷𝑰𝑫𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬💘 ❫
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Dart off in a random direction.
“I-I…um…!!! No- wait, y-yeah…I just- um-!”
How could she explain herself without coming off like a freak?! Or WORSE!!!!
With shaky hands, she revealed the only thing she could, holding out a bag of crumbled up chocolates and fruit—