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CRIMSON - REDS SCAN THEIR SURROUNDINGS , hands nervously fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater . she’s not quite used to this , spending most of her time either at home , or going to fancy restaurants &&. such with her parents ( something she wasn’t quite fond of , if she was being honest . ) so , this was new . &&. overwhelming . still , she did not mind it . not at all .
❝ anything ? ? ❞ eyes light up at the other’s words , trying her best to hide her excitement , similar to that of a young child’s , embarrassed to admit that she has never been to a place like this before , not to mention with a friend . ❝ do they have hot chocolate ? ❞
garry always found themself appreciating the quiet way with which the young girl had a tendency to carry herself, the way she glanced around with dark doe - eyes in such a quiet, observant , calculating manner. when garry had first met ib’s parents and had informed them of the liking he’d taken to her after the museum visit -- the details of which remained a secret, a bond forged through steel between them -- they’d informed him of ib’s various health issues, her anxiety and her frailties. garry was only more determined to watch after her on this these little journeys disguised as babysitting.
“ anything at all. “ the taller one confirmed, a light smile on their face to see that twinkle in ib’s eye. they walked with those easygoing, long strides they had up to the counter, looking down to make sure she was still by their side. “ sure they do. they have it with peppermint, too -- it’s delicious like that. “ they hummed at the menu, one hand rubbing their slightly dark - stubbled chin.
