that silver of a smile catches in the very corners of his eyes, and he can't help but allow the smile ﹔ while practiced ﹠ artificial, blossom across his face.
“ alright then, let's get going. the shops are just opened, ›
acknowledging hum as he loosens his own collar, in quick ⟋ swift motions. never lingering, fleet—handed. “ would you like an entourage ﹖ ” offering himself up as company, seems innocent enough.
returning to the pins on the vanity, she continues tucking them neatly into her hair. all whilst keeping an eye on him via the mirror. “ well i’m hoping to go by the market. grandmama asked us for dinner, so i want to get her a present. ”
“ keep you on your toes, ” cheeky lopsided grin, admiring the gallery of portraits ﹠ mirrors whilst she preps herself for the day ahead. “ what's on today's agenda, ms. anya ﹖ ”
head tilts, gaze searching for the figure from which the kiss originated. she gives a playful eye roll, turning back to the mirror.
“ and hello to you too. ”
* ▍ the 𝓫riefest s͟tint as a ❪ * 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚁. ❫ while the coasta vista are easy on the eyes, the tumultuous ﹠ 𝚞𝚗predictable nature of mother nature left a startling imprint. since then, he's preferred 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅 grounds.
* ▍ not a stranger to the occasional ❪ * 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒, ❫ breath is often 𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳 with the faintest hint of 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨tine ━┄┄ a quick stick in times of stress. has since tried to cut down 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝓯inding anastasia.
* ▍ movement is often ❪ * 𝓁͟iquid smooth, ❫ almost 𝐡𝐲𝐩notizing. unsuspecting victims to their thieving fingers are often 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 ━┄┄ only 'til it's actively being searched for.