#kai.mischief || venturedforth

"My apologies, I did not see you... there," their voice dies down to a mere whisper as they absentmindedly lift a hand to their cheek. It feels warm. So do their ears.

“...thank you,” it’s the first thing that leaves their lips, as their mind frantically searches for other acceptable replies. That could explain her insistence in invading their personal space — which was never... uncomfortable per se, just odd — or the physical affection. Speaking of which, they clear their throat as they lean back, a little further from the woman’s body and inquisitive eyes. “I... would like to know the reason, should you, um, figure it out.”