#332mhz

loving hands 'pon metal body. slightly crooked bowtie is corrected, the lapels of his suit jacket adjusted. their morning ritual - if slightly disturbed. the air is different today, their conversations quiet. dynamo speaks with excitement, wherein marla remains soft spoken. it was unlike her, to keep so contained. husband questions, wife offers a sigh.

❝ is this all really worth it? ❞ he'd assured her he'd come back, that nothing would keep them apart. what was she meant to do, not worry? tuck those feelings away, as if the fear hadn't plucked at her every night before bed? thirty one years - what was there without him?

ohhhhh jesus christ. she's gone unbearably red in the face. her cheeks are instantly pinkened, ears burning from the rush of sudden blood, the smile adorning her face easily describable as woozy in nature - like she's gotten tipsy off his attention.

it certainly felt that way. feet kick joyously from where she now sits, a hand placed atop man's head to steady herself. the other goes to her hair in an almost mindless motion of fingers fiddling with her curls. a flustered giggle, buck teeth sunken into bottom lip as she toils those blonde strands 'round her pointer digit again, and again, and again.

he was just soooo handsome. big .. and strong .. and called her a cute name .. oh, and the rodent pun - he was timely, too. the lash knew how to woo a woman. one of them, at least, 'cause this shtick was working far too easily on odette.