#moissan1te

content   to   have   found   somebody   who   would   keep   her   company,   the   smile   on   her   features   lights   up   further.   "   exactly   !     that's   just   the   curse   of   producing   anything,   i   guess.   "   taking   another   sip   of   her   drink,   the   warmth   running   down   her   throat   only   further   encouraging   the   already   talkative   blonde.   "   i'm   pretty   sure   some   people   would   be   very   mad   if   they   heard   you   call   what   i   do   cinematography.   "     giggle   spills   over   pink   lips   at   the   thought   as   well   as   his   apparent   struggle   to   figure   out   his   words.   her   enjoyment   of   the   situation   increases   considerably   as   she   takes   note   of   the   slight   blush   coloring   his   cheeks,   still   she's   not   one   to   show   someone   up.   "   the   behind   the   scenes   ?     or   making-of   maybe   ?   "

Midori eyes the hay bale speculatively. If it looks comfortable... She turns to Bessy, or Betty maybe. Demian can go on about his horses, and Midori isn't always listening as much as she should be. Bessy, she decides. “You wouldn't mind if I snuck in there and took a nap on your hay, would you? I'll only be like an hour, two hours tops.” Bessy blinks at her. Midori pouts, about to cajole Bessy some more before she realises they're not alone. She turns to find Demian standing there, the horse whisperer himself. “Just in time! D, you think I should be allowed to take a nap on some hay too, don't you?”