there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back.

“ why so glum ? ” you rest a hand atop the person’s shoulder- letting the heat of your hand sink bone deep. somethings’ off about her- in a way you can’t quite place. “ you’ll get frown lines, darling. and you don’t deserve that. ”

@enviousbodies

“ no problem ! our table isn’t ready yet, so i’ve just been sitting here waiting. ” your curl lips into a half grin, and with a small flourish- you present your girlfriend with a fairly sizable bouquet of pink and red roses, adorned with baby’s breath. ( you’re … probably more dressed up than you’ve been in the past eight months. ) “ i, uh, wanted to get you flowers for tonight. i know they’re nothing fancy- but … i hope you don’t mind. ”

          “ That’s good !! I’d have felt bad if I was really late- “ Oh - ! Flowers... Oh you weren’t used to these kinds of acts... Your cheeks heated up gently, and you offered a small smile. ( they were sweet - you secretly enjoyed it very much. ) It was the little things that made you happy, really. Little acts made you feel appreciated. Your smile was soft. ( compared to them, though, you were... underdressed, really. a clean dress, but nothing you wouldn’t wear in casual settings. you weren’t... used to fancier settings. )

     And he’s rubbing his forehead, blinking. Like, those kind of head-empty-no-thoughts blinks where you can hear a xylophone play in the background.

   “ ‘Eh… Do not fret. I should be more partial to my height and the environment… “ And his ears are flat.

          Before his sentence was finished, you had already scrambled to the freezer with a little baggy for ice. When you came out, you were shaking your head as you offered it to him.

“Hey whys everyone talking about daft punk for again? Did I miss something? Did they drop a new album? I’ll go check out twitter hold on-”

“Ahh, I see I see.” Richard replied, scratching his cheek as he looked around behind him. He wasn’t too sure about how well he knew the location. Hell, he didn’t actually know how he got here in the beginning. He just remembered waking up and feeling the sudden cravings for bread. The more he thought about it, the more his head started to hurt.

“I’m sure I can find one sooner or later. I’m more or less concerned in finding a hotel around this place. I can always go to a store and get a bottle vodka of when I find a good store.” He didn’t mind being all that upfront about his drinking. Though he wasn’t sure if the subject of alcohol would’ve been uncomfortable to them.

          You understood the feeling well ; your earliest memory you could recall, you were simply craving odd things. ( odd for humans, anyway. holy blood. ) You gave a gentle nod. “ If you’d like, I can give you the location of the apartment complex I’m at? It’s... better than nothing, and you could go from there! “ You spoke, as your hands moved to tighten the back of your apron. ( you’d remind yourself to get a...less frilly one. )