#chermi

          ❛  ah  ——  i mean the… fashion book. in doctor offices.   ❜

          speaking in english was never a strength of his, but he would never allow his frustration to peek through, especially in the presence of a stranger. by trial and error, their conversation had continued with the knowledge that her japanese was not the best. instead, he offered to converse in a language that was not his mother tongue. there was always the desire to leave a worthwhile impression, a fear that he would offend. 

          with that in mind, he extends a hand finally, flashing a wide smile to the woman, the idol he recognized.

@chermi:

      Now, THIS was certainly DIFFERENT. Amber optics glance at the girl’s ever moving wrist as she continues her work across the paper. The blond raises a brow as his INTEREST becomes piqued. Wonder what it could be..

      █ ▌ :: ❛  Hey, whatcha writin’ ? I mean, it isn’t my business really but ---   ❜

send ▲ to pull my muse into your muse’s lap! / accepting / @chermi.

        “wh---”

       he doesn’t really understand why she does it, and he doesn’t have much time to pull away from her invasive hands at his waist pulling him back against her. minoru just sits there for a few long moments. brows raise, then furrow, confusion written across his face. and her smug expression only makes his nostril twitch. one hand lifts, then proceeds to shove her face away while he scoots out of her lap.