kenzification.
words reach her; mulled over & absorbed despite typical flippant demeanor veiling her movements. as per usual attention seems strayed, much more INFATUATED with opening a small jug of c h o c o l a t e spread clutched in petite hands. “ ha ! “ is chirped triumphantly as it pops open, “ sounds like my aunt ludmila on a bad day. “ comment leaves the brunette in passing, finger then waving about after it’s dipped gingerly into the sweet treat, “ sooo– what’s the sitch then, samsquatch? people gettin’ chewed on or we on a pleasure cruise? – regardless … i smell an adveeencha’~ ♪ ! “ blues peer out the icey window, an inquisitive tilt of her head to follow, “ & i can TOTALLY bust out my winter kicks– NICE !“
pensive gaze lifts from the laptop screen; a slight curl of his lips breaks a chain of thought. something akin to amusement ( or is judgement better suited ? ) shakes his head from side to side. one would believe him to be accustomed to her overly vivacious nature. but even after spending months by her side she never fails to to elicit some sort of reaction. he doesn’t complain. in this line of work smiles have a tendency to come few & far between. she always keeps his in tact. ❛ about a year ago two girls went missing up there. sisters. they were proclaimed dead but search & rescue never found their bodies. i think it’s worth checking out. either way, we might be able to stop these things. ❜
