#martyrised

2Do they have any daily rituals?

Routine isn't something she should like to follow, a lifetime of the same as she has had already, but the sad truth of the matter is that - nevertheless - she remains one to carry out the same tasks in a day even now. The typical day begins at eight in the morning, that she hasn't the obligations of work or school notwithstanding, and will usually end rather late into the evening, with more idling about the home than she should really prefer in between. With ventures beyond the familiar confines of those four walls becoming more frequent, however, later nights are accordingly becoming something more common, be they owed to a meal out or, more simply yet, an ultimately aimless wander about town before making the rather lengthy journey back to Paralia.

12 Favourite book genre?

A casual excursion with an acquaintance wasn't considered cumbersome in any way when the company he'd sought had never once incited aggravation. Stress had unfortunately accumulated as a result of the tutorage provided by the woman in question, though by no fault of her own as it was his own improper pronunciation that brought it about. One simply must hate the language, not the teacher, and oh had he come to detest the supposed language of love.

While botany had never been a subject the male was keen on, the derogatory remarks about the older's native tongue that she often suffered through deserved a rightful apology. Giving one without the female being aware of such was necessary as claims of not requiring one would most likely sound. This could be managed by taking advantage of this spring occasion as spoiling her would prove to be fairly easy with all the attractions. For that had he allowed no excuses, ensnaring the maiden into a discreet ploy for wordless forgiveness by forcing her to accompany him into the midst of the pseudo flowery garden that was the city.

A delicious spread of the festive foods would surely suffice, only .. there was one problem.

"Seriously, quit it! I don't want to try those things so keep them the hell away from me." Barely refraining from raising the volume of his voice, the proffered edible foliage was turned away for what had to have been the tenth time. The persistence of the vendor was undoubtedly uncalled for and entirely annoying, and if not for Jehanne's presence would he have gone off on the hopeful merchant. "We're not here for your pansies. We want real food. You know, meat. Hey, back me up here, will you?"