you’re walking sideways and bumping into shit. shut the hell up and let me take you home. * words held no venom however, bulky arms anchoring up the smaller, * get some rest. i don’t have my bike today.
really? * ken mutters, rather bashfully as overcast hues move away, * well, i’m glad you like it. mikey said i’d have to pick a gift out for you sooner or later. ..happy late birthday, yuri.
@akirauma ,, ..yeah. always—- ( fae's smile is a ghost, though it's there despite the pain present in crimson hues. her pinkie interlocks with that of her siblings. ) we're forever and always, aren't we?