#firebrandism

[ txt ] it’s fine! i didn’t really have a party for my birthday, i just spent it with the fiancé :P [ txt ] ..........i see typos are your friends [ txt ] :P [ txt ] i LICKED the card very much, thank you :D [ txt ] i stored it in my safekeeping box T u T

[quietly and casually eyes the cv for long, awfully silent moment. picking it up he turned the thing over, checking for anything written on the back]

          A smirk, soft and lazy, forms on his lips and his head tilts to the side. He didn’t have the time, actually, but Adrian could wait -- the poor kid was obviously too overwhelmed as it was. 

                   ❛ No rush, take your time. Black, no sugar. You sell anything sweet here too? Could use some breakfast. ❜

         The kid grabs his attention immediately and his head snaps upwards from where he sat, looking left and right to find the source of the exclamation. Fright gripped him harshly, fearing that perhaps he was about to meet his end in a wasteland that seemed too rough and dry for someone that seemed so soft. 

                        ( how he was still alive was beyond him )

            He’s met with kindness instead and he doesn’t attempt to hide the surprise that flashes through his features.  ❛ I have money. ❜ Aurelio blurts out, scrambling to his feet and digging into his satchel to pull a handful of caps. After all, wasn’t charity a trait of the past, something too expensive to be extended in scarred times as theirs.  ❛ T-Thank you miss. I-- Thank you. ❜