⠀⠀mirrored simper, ⠀yet one that does not quite reach his eyes. ⠀nonetheless, ⠀and upon invitation, ⠀the halovian takes a seat.
“⠀if i may ask; ⠀how are you today? ⠀”⠀
⠀⠀quiet steps announce his re-entry, ⠀occupying the space beside him again. ⠀the fabric he had retrieved now draped over the other, ⠀in case the cold disrupts his repose. ⠀
⠀⠀no, ⠀no. ⠀these were crafted ⠀&&. ⠀baked to perfection. ⠀such a skilled artisan to have captured the essence of charmony doves———.
(⠀ahem. ⠀)
my apologies for blabbering.⠀do you wish to have them with tea? ⠀
⠀⠀“⠀fascinating. ⠀”⠀muttered to oneself, ⠀amused by the illusion of being tangible yet an invisible force encapsulates the other. ⠀an idea disrupts serene thoughts;⠀and momentarily, ⠀sunday leaves his spot. ⠀
buzzing of infinity stirred though not the large barrier it could be. it rested like constant state around his body. a mind never truly at rest, less he risk his mind becoming mush.