@vcdragan​
   since their last club inspection of pole dancers, sypha found it an easing experience to allow herself to have some much needed fun with her brother. clouds adorning the sky, a stretch of azure brightness that dragged itself overhead. an arm swings to wrap around dragan’s shoulder, a smile pressing against her corners, as she struggles to pull him down to her height, “lets eat everything on display.” freeing him as she points at all the interesting stalls lining the park. having not gotten the memo to bring their own picnic blanket, or perhaps it was her own forgetfulness plaguing her unsound mind.Â
   “at least out here, we can’t fire anyone.” she lets out a playful eye roll accompanied by a playful chuckle that leaves at the tail end of her words. elbow pushing the bag hanging from her shoulders back, feeling the tension against her arm. perhaps the stress has began to take its effect, guised by the casual stretch of her neck she lets the strain ease. “i’ve been feeling restless as of late, for no apparent reason as well. maybe it’s a sign.” a subtle shrug of her shoulders, tugging gently at her frame.Â
