#dahlia|interaction.

“you missed every call that i had tried, so i’m giving up.”

“are those...” dahlia trailed off, her head tilting to the side curiously, “flowers?” she shifted a little more behind her door in order to conceal the fact that she wasn’t exactly dressed for the public. beneath the large sweater that she had on, there wasn’t much else. “do you bring flowers to every hook up?”

“i’m sorry but can we just not talk about this right now?” dahlia glanced up from where she’d been attempting to crochet a hat; though at this point it has more gaping holes in it than anything tangible. “like. yay. i’m glad you’re happy and all but could you be happy somewhere else?” she was rather deadpan in her delivery which was something painfully out of character of her.

“that is... literally illegal. what you're describing is something very illegal.”

it was kind of awkward, the way dahlia’s fingers slid out from being laced with theirs to slide into her own pocket. the affection between them was second nature at this point but she knew the line had to be draw somewhere. between the kisses, the nights tumbling around between the sheets... somehow handholding was where she had to put her foot down. “i uh... do you want another drink?” she offered, as if that was reason enough to pull back from them.