#trashcanknight

Oh look at that, the object of said thoughts.

"Is something troubling you, my friend?" And here he is, having heard only bits and pieces of what she was mumbling to herself.

Well look who it is.

Crella's habit of talking to herself was really landing her in hot water this time. How could she play this off?

"Ah. Nothing so serious, I'm simply...lamenting...some trivial problems." And not at all are any of them to do with him specifically.

Crella had been trying to brew ideas for Valentine gifts for a good while. It was a bit difficult when she didn't know how to make much, but also knew that Argenti would love nearly anything she gave him.

Regardless, she'd settled on embroidering something on a handkerchief, it was only when she was done that she'd felt it was incredibly old fashioned. Still, she presented it to him with confidence.

"There's more to this life than nightmare after nightmare. It may not mean much, but... I wish to restore what's left of the dreams of this endless walk of life people try to race through."

@trashcanknight || 100 nonverbal prompts [ accepting ]

∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair .

〚 ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ 〛IF EVA COULD purr, surely she'd be doing so right now — the soothing motion of Argenti's fingers through her short hair was heavenly, a surprisingly gentle act that would normally scare the woman away had she not been so fond of the person doing such a thing. It had her leaning up against his form while they were both tucked away in the back corner of her club, a rare moment of quiet they could share together before duty pulled them apart once more. How she cherished these moments, found herself tucking such memories away to think about when her gorgeous knight was no longer by her side…

" I wish you were able to visit more often. "

Perhaps that was a thought she meant to keep to herself, but Eva's too content in his presence to not let such a vulnerable statement slip. Just this once, though.