“ perhaps i enjoy you clueless. ”
words teases softly, finger gently pushing a piece of blonde hair from gen’s face.
“ you shall know when i have formed a decent plan, pretty girl. ”
eyes narrow, mug carefully set down on the table. nails gently tap against the table top in a repetitive rhythm, head tilting an inch.
“ what kind of immortal? clearly the kind one cannot handle on their own. ”
teasing, mostly. ( ... )
“ i assumed as so, dear. ”
spoken softly as she settled into the seat across of from her. mug is lifted to her lips, a small sip being taken.
“ do continue. ”
“ oh, please. expensive clothing is my comfort. tea simply aids one in relaxing. ”
words tossed over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner. mere minutes pass before she is returning with two mugs and extending one out to her.
























