#keptmanners

             ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬. ❜  𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐩𝐬 with a lopsided grin growing at the corners of her mouth. only further drawing a series of bright, bubbly laughter at the poor attempt a british accent that the opposite girl.  though, her hilarity slowly begins to subside,  the joy still painting her warm-toned eyes widen upon seeing the crown of beautiful && vibrant wildflowers crafted in ruby’s hand.  she made this for her?  this must've taken her hours.   while they were the two of the shortest girls in the school,  their slight height difference always amused & was actually kind of endearing to clem.   leaning down to accommodate the other girl’s shorter stature,   clementine soon stood upright once the crown was perfectly placed on her hair,   amidst the springing mass of chocolate ringlets & curls.               lithe fingers reach up and touch the artistry and its soft petals,  not wanting to DISRUPT the hard work it had to have taken ruby to connect & tie every piece of twine and leaf to have this as the result.  she briefly wonders how she looked,  but gauging from the admiration && awe that glimmers in the luminous,  sky blue hues that seemed pleased with her handiwork---  (  and her as the model of it  ) , she couldn't have looked too bad.             heat blooms into the apples of her cheeks at the compliment,  tinting her caramel complexion.  however,  as eyes involuntarily modestly glancing down,   her more demure grin soon transitions into a smirk as she decides to meet ruby halfway.   taking a single step closer   ❛  yeah? I hope i’m not overstepping my duties here when I say that I've always thought my princess was the FAIREST in all the land. ❜

@keptmanners asked:  ‘ needs a fucking lesson in manners. ’

a meme I forgot -- no longer accepting

    Despite the slight RAISE of his eyebrows at her expletive, Arthur couldn't help the short laugh that escaped him. He shook his head slightly, raising his leg up to rest against his knee as he dragged a match across the bottom of his boot. If that was her MOTIVE, she'd be at it all her life with this group. Grimshaw had taken that upon herself, but it wasn't a secret WHY Ruby had taken a liking to the woman, and likewise. Still, he lit a cigarette before glancing back up at her, a half grin sitting in his expression.

I HATE TO BREAK THIS TO YOU BUT...

                                                   FIGHT LIKE A GIRL.

         ` — He falls for it. Of course he falls for it, and it has nothing to do with her purposely baiting him rather than his weakness for absolutely EVERYTHING about her. Normally, he’s an remarkably observant person, always having taken pride in his certain ability to read people, but with her, all that effectively soars straight out the window to leave him a hopelessly gullible, impossibly lovesick mess. So, he gets sucked into her little trap the very second he meets her gaze and that pretty smile of hers, a dreamy sort of expression adorning his face as he squeezes her hands back and leans down to meet her halfway for a kiss that he has no reason to suspect he won’t be getting.

                     While he may technically get a kiss, it certainly isn’t the one he was expecting. Aasim’s expression shifts into a look of sheer surprise as she pecks his cheek and moves away with the pointed reminder that there’s work to be done. He does nothing to suppress his defeated groan, nor the rather exaggerated pout that forms across his mouth. “Rubyyy,” he practically whines, instinctively stepping closer to her and trying to reach for her hands again as she slips them out of his loose grasp. “I mean, it’s called multitasking, right? You can still kiss me, AND I can still get my work done. It’s totally a win-win scenario.”