𝖈𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝖈𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ﾒ

i am the knife which will slaughter heaven. heaven is full of blood. soon it will snow.

I AM THE RIVER'S DAUGHTER.

ᅠ they are going to sit and enjoy the quietness. ᅠ

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧е𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝘣𝘦 𝓅𝓊𝓅𝓅ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 .ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀⠀i mean, what can i say?

do you believe the flap of a butterfly's wings could cause a hurricane?

i tried to be good， am i no good? am i no good? am i no good?

"Well.. yeah. I kind of have to go with you for it to be a date." Again, too literal. But he caught himself. "Oh, you mean.. Maybe it doesn't need a lot of planning.. or other people.." He smiles and gently squeezes her again. "Maybe something under the stars."

"I don't like planning dates. Or being around a lot of people. But I like spending time with you."

He smiles, watching her link their fingers, and relaxes with her. looking out the window with his arms still around her. The suggestion makes him blink. "Oh-.. Yeah. Dates." He nods, processing that. Of course, you're supposed to take your girlfriend on dates. "I can do that."

ㅤ ㅤ and what is 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 supposed to mean .ᐣ ﹙arms cross 、 gold enyne narrowing at the other.﹚ ㅤ ㅤ

He frowns a bit.. bites his lower lip.. and squeezes her hand. "Can I make it up to you with a fruit tart?" He knows that doesn't fix it, but it's a start..

Not too bad! ( She laughs, flashing a grin before propelling herself forward to stand on two feet upright. ) But this is better ~ How are you doing? I’ve missed you !

Smiling, he gives her a gentle squeeze in his arms, his cheek pressed to hers, and he makes a contented little hum. "I'm sorry I was gone. Again. Are you mad?"