#bloomingpaths

They really do enjoy gentle touch from time to time. To be able to casually lean against someone, casual ways of showing and receiving affection are things that they can tap into.

"So, what type of flowers do you usually like?"

❝I may have spent $3,000 in nail art. So, I was thinking we could watch Youtube tutorials so I can finally learn how to use this shit. I'll donate some of it, too. To women’s shelters, cosmetology schools, all that.❞ A pause. ❝Also, I ordered a Roomba that can launch potato chips from a Kickstarter by a dude named Chucky T. Wheezincox. I don't even eat potato chips... Ridiculous. Just ridiculous. In my defense, It was a full moon in Virgo and Mercury went direct. So.❞

“Of course, a club’s no good without musicians to perform there, is it? Now, I won’t press the issue, I won’t tell you what to do. I’m not the man, man. But if you were to hold auditions, I could dig that, woof. I’d be the first in line.”

“ 𝗡𝗢, 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧. This is just how I look when I’m having a great time.” It might have been a convincing claim but only to somebody who had never seen another human being in their life and therefore lacked all and any understand of basic facial expressions. He sucks in one cheek, teeth gnawing at his gum. A comment that he looked unimpressed, although accurate, had not been well-received. He doesn’t know why he’s arguing --- he thinks it might be because he does not like to think he’s that easily read but, when he considers that he obviously isn’t enjoying himself here, he supposes he’s just being difficult for the sake of making a fuss. Y’know, for the drama. It’s needless sarcasm at its finest. “Unless you’re trying to tell me there’s something wrong with my face? ‘Cause that’s quite fucked up.”

                  ‘ you didn’t have to stay by my side the entire night, aren’t you exhausted? ’ his lips felt cracked and like sandpaper, and his throat claws at him. words were hard to get out. water would be nice, if he had it. letting out a short breath, tired mint eyes gazed down towards the redhead. work-worn hands reached to pat atop her soft curls, so gentle against the callouses on his fingers and palms. a lazy chuckle brushed from his dry lips, ‘ i do appreciate it, though. ’

       ❝ so, what are you feeling? i promised i’d treat you to your first meal in town so take your pick. there are a ton of great spots on this street alone. ❞

                 ‘ you look tired, ’ she made a comment, after what seemed to be hours of working, but she knew it’d only been minutes. she worked through her papers quickly, but it always seemed exhausting to do so. delicate finger brushed against ayeon’s round cheeks and dark brows raised. ‘ why don’t you take a break? we both can, actually. ’ because as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t burn a hole through paper no matter how hard she stared at it.