snowdrops so still

        “i will – soon as i get your name. i’m Michiko..”

❝ oh! i’m louis-- michiko?    that’s a nice name! ❞

         “maybe i should give it a listen some time in the future..”

❝ it’s definitely worth a try! you’ll    have to tell me how you like it. ❞

“ ah thank you “ smiled, feeling a little bit of joy for someone complimenting his name. “ that’s good! i hope everything works out for you ” 

a smile, genuine to see the comp liment make a difference. ❝ same here. uh-- ❞ at a crossroads,❝ left or right? ❞ 

@memcrie liked for a starter

It was nothing new for the blond to be called whenever they were out of staff. Although his other jobs didn’t offer him the opportunity to do this full time, he didn’t mind helping when he had the time. After all, make-up and hair styling was something he enjoyed doing. Going over to the model he had been assigned to, the blond bowed his head lightly before stretching his hand forwards for shaking means. ‘’I’m Honda. Nice to meet you.’’ 

with a new shoot to be happening (a casual, yet sophisticated new brand had reached out to him!), louis had been sitting in his chair rather fidgety. apparently they were short on staff-- louis hoped he wasn’t a bother.

     looking up at the make up artist,      a smile came on louis’s face and      he took the others hand.❝ it’s quite      nice to meet you, honda! i’m louis. ❞

        “that sounds really beautiful, spill, what kind of song is that..?”

❝ oh! it’s um-- french! it’s from the    musical ‘mozart l’opéra rock’. ❞

ranging from short to small para!

    she decides to just GO FOR IT ( because it’d bother her if she didn’t ), && she points to the others crotch. “Y-Your … it’s down.” 

❝ my...? ❞ confused at first, louis  slowly looked down--❝ oh, shit!  uh-- thanks, uhm... ❞                                     zip!

“Stuck…” the wolf muttered, giving a final tug at the piece of gum. There was no helping it. That was when, as Fen took another breath, he got a whiff of the stranger’s scent. Male. Not female. Rubbing at his head, the wolf shook his head. So many confusing creatures of late, looking like something else. “… I am Finnr.” He gave his mortal name, to avoid having someone look at him oddly again. 

guess it really was in there-- louis hadn’t seen the total damage when the kid push ed the hand towards his hair and giggled. lou would never trust a child again. ❝ finnr?         that’s a neat name. i’m louis. ❞ a few         more seconds, before louis looking at         the remaining gum--❝ weird question,         but do you have any peanut butter? ❞

   Aristotle gasped upon seeing the comic in front of him. Pleading eyes looked up to her as he began to bounce on his heels. ❝Can I bowow it, pwease?❞ Rosemary didn’t see the harm in letting him read it since the cover seemed fairly harmless. Her concern lies more with how they will get the comic back. ❝I don’t see why not….Are you sure it would be alright though?❞

louis rested the comic on his knees, looking up to the woman as her son asked for the comic-- there wasn’t anything in the comic that was bad, not that louis could remember, but she had the last word, of course.

          ❝ it’s fine with me-- my name’s           louis etheridge, by the way. ❞