#softhecrts

ivy’s all limbs, which makes navigating through an icy winter wonderland really difficult. and awkward, especially in times like these where her first and only instinct after hitting an icy patch on the sidewalk is to drop her shopping bags and cling to the nearest person for stability. “o-oh god,” she utters once she realizes she’s body-to-body with someone, though still not letting go in case she slips again. “sorry, i was just--- it--- ice. big ice. s-slip. sorry.”

“what do you mean i can’t have french fries too?”

daniel stands, hands shaky and eyes downcast. at this point, he looks like he might either pass out or throw up--- maybe even both if he’s that unlucky. but he won’t do either, hopefully. “t-thanks for--- um... f-for meeting with me. my um--- my family throws a-a big christmas p-party every year y’know---- w-with cookies a-a-and food and st-stuff and---” on second thought, daniel might actually puke. “a-and my brothers a-all have f-fiances and girlfriends a-and stuff s-so--- so i was w-wondering if y-you’d come with me this year? n-not as a date--- not r-really. just... j-just... s-so they don’t ask me w-when i’ll find somebody.”

lilith: feeling way too close to these people in class