𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ the corners of lips ⠀⠀⠀ twitch before they ⠀⠀⠀ plummet south ． ⠀⠀⠀ seems 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 ⠀⠀⠀ doesn't like the ⠀⠀⠀ idea of getting an ⠀⠀⠀ itchy sweater to ⠀⠀⠀ wear ． it's happened ⠀⠀⠀ many a time 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ⠀↓ ⨾༊·

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ he takes a step ⠀⠀⠀ back 、 preserving ⠀⠀⠀ the distance to the ⠀⠀⠀ best of his ability ． ⠀⠀⠀ icy eyes shift with ⠀⠀⠀ a creased brow ． ⠀⠀⠀ 🦗 .̲.̲.̲ ⠀⠀⸝⸝⠀⠀⋆＊ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝑜ℎ𝑜ℎ𝑜ℎ𝑜 .ᐟ .ᐟ could ⠀↓ ⨾༊·

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ lips purse 、 unsure ⠀⠀⠀ of what to say ． ⠀⠀⠀ should he apologize .ᐣ ⠀⠀⠀ had that ruined his ⠀⠀⠀ image in her eyes .ᐣ ⠀⠀⠀ with a small nod 、 ⠀⠀⠀ the hybrid looks ⠀↓ ⨾༊·

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ． ⠀⠀⠀ the puppet glances ⠀⠀⠀ down at the yarn he ⠀⠀⠀ holds for her 、 watching ⠀⠀⠀ as the spool thins ⠀⠀⠀ ever so slowly ． ⠀⠀⠀ ⸝⸝⠀⠀𝒻ather says ⠀⠀⠀ I should avoid ⠀↓ ⨾༊·

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ his form shudders 、 ⠀⠀⠀ moving as if an ⠀⠀⠀ electric current ⠀⠀⠀ had rippled through ⠀⠀⠀ him ． dark locks ⠀⠀⠀ shift as his head ⠀⠀⠀ turns to note the ⠀⠀⠀ nearby sweets ； ⠀⠀⠀ baked to perfection ． ⠀↓ ⨾༊·

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ a silent stare is ⠀⠀⠀ all she receives ⠀⠀⠀ with icy hues ⠀⠀⠀ practically chiseling ⠀⠀⠀ a hole through her ． ⠀⠀⠀ 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛.̲.̲.̲ ⠀⠀⠀

i have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.

and if permitted, she'll continue to try her best to help. — she'll offer over a professional little card. her number and lecturer details.

no one can, really. that's why she struggles so much. but she's one of the few people who has tried, and she's grateful for that.

she appreciates her understanding. it is . . . complicated to explain her feelings about him. but much easier to explain to someone who knows him.

very funny. she — she is glad he has someone looking after him. she is quite angry with him, she must understand, but . . . well. it may not be him, exactly. and either way, it's important to her to know.

oh. that is a very kind thing of her to do. is there . . . anything she can help her with retrieving?

oh, she recalls that . . . thrill. she'd give anything to - but what brings them here, of all places? she doesn't recall him needing snacks and a loo break so often.

oh goodness. she was fortunate he was on hand, she supposes. it is rather special, when you get used to it. there's a certain . . . splendor you can never shake.