#kalla.

shadow falls over her form, devoid of the usual swathes of black, eyeliner and deep red lips. it’s a more forgiving temperature to be outside now they were in the cooler months, but warm enough that she’d be dressed in thin white cotton; hair tousled and unassuming on the wooden bench, barely recognisable. her surprise doesn’t show when she looks up.  ❛  try the coconut. it tastes different from coconut elsewhere. ❜   there’s something about the biting cold thai coconuts she enjoys — the soft shells concealing the jelly within and the impossibly sweet and soft flesh encasing the walls. it’s only her second time and she’s fascinated.  besides, why waste time with the empty fluff of socially appropriate opening statements ?  there shouldn’t be a need to walk on eggshells around the germans.     //.  @kvllv​

❛   so  i’m  thinking,  bungee jumping  —  because  they  have  that  off  one  of  the  skyscrapers,   ❜  he’s  animated,  light  dancing  in  his  eyes,  a  convincing  smokescreen.  their  last  conversation  had  seen  him  evade  and  deny,  rinse  &  REPEAT.  even  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  approach  explaining  himself  at  this  point.   ❛   OR  sand bashing,  i’ve  actually  never  done  that  before,  we’d  have  to  ride  to  the  desert  for  that.   ❜    //.   @kvllv