𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

. . .he’s back.

⠀ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

lizzie.⠀ good morning. just saw a cherik edit to silver springs and now my heart is broken

<—— violently shivering despite his ( many ) layers.

abruptly stilling. . . .huh. that’s interesting— and definitely not a mutant. or human.

ooc. hi i’ve been on discord a lot more so if anyone wants to write there, dm me and i’ll give you my username

. . .( anyway ), how are you?

[ sideways glance. ] i am not ( sad ). [ liar. ]

i smell sadness. (or maybe it’s just a certain someone’s cologne.)

the tips of his fingers have gone numb. don’t mind him rifling through his bag to find his gloves.

tiredly rubbing at his eyes. it’s. . . been a while, hasn’t it?

appears.

laying face down on the floor. don’t worry— he’s fine!

oh— oh. [ clearing his throat, resting his hands in his lap. ] well, i have to say that the librarian look certainly suits you.

shut up. [ murmured out, though his face is turning a darkened shade of red. ] i think it’s just you in general.

[ oh. one look at erik, and he’s quickly looking away. ] you look nice. [ that’s putting it lightly. he grabs a shirt down, resting it in his lap. ]

yes! find a nice shirt— [ pausing, rummaging through the rest of the shirts. ] i should have glasses around here somewhere, too.

they’re ( perfect ). here— [ extending one. ]

[ pushing the door open, making his way to his closet— and pulling out two sweater vests. ] what do you think?