Cherry_Sugar_Pop
High-functioning Sex Symbol
- Everyтнιɴɢ I do ιѕ ⋍ｂｉｔｔｅｒｓｗｅｅｔ⋍
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It wasn’t long before she head footsteps approaching, thank goodness too because roads are terribly boring.
“Lorra?”
The young woman also thanked everything it was someone she knew, Nolan. Now that she thinks about it, when was the last time she had actually had a decent conversation with the man? They haven’t interacted much since they were kids, grew up she supposed.
“Are you alright?”
Lorra noticed the change in the distance of his voice, clothing rustling. He was down at her level now, likely crouching or kneeling. She smiled at his concern, still staring straight ahead. “Yes, I’m fine Nolan, I was terribly bored though,” the blonde admitted with a small laugh. Once again his voice was moving, up this time. At the mention of another name, Lorra turned her head slightly in his direction, interest now caught. “Yes, I am going to the festival” she answered. The woman perked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. “I’m afraid I haven’t seen him around either,” she said, looking up and giving Nolan a sly grin.
Rory, a not a common name, but it was cute. “I’m Lorraine,” she began, “but please, call me Lorra.” Now that she thought about it, Rory was likely more common than Lorraine Genevieve. The boy continued to talk, he reminded her of her housekeeper with his rambles. Unfolding her cane, she awkwardly stood up, she despised curbs and they were the bane of her existence.
“You carry some weird stuff.”
The musician couldn't help but chuckle a little, she supposed he was talking about her cane. “It is a bit odd I agree,” she agreed, “helpful though.” Rory was certainly bouncy, jumping from topic to topic, question to question, faster than she could keep up with them. Lorra pondered over his request to see the instruments, those were the only objects she could think of that can stand out on the street. Unless, of course, she had completely missed something. “Flute and French Horn,” she answered, tapping them with her cane, “you can see them if you help me carry them to the festival grounds,” she promised. Fair trade she supposed, there was no way she was carrying everything by herself, and he did sound rather excited to see them.
Lorra stepped over the curb, a look of unease momentarily crossed her face. Tapping with the cane, she located Nolan, hitting him lightly on the leg, “sorry.” Folding up her cane, she stuck her arm out. “Would it be too much to ask for a gentleman like you to walk me to the festival?” She asked, exaggerating the word gentleman, teasing the younger man.
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⊰ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ || rory and nolan ⊱
⊰ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ || roselea town, street ⊱
⊰ ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ || clothing ⊱
⊰ ᴏᴏᴄ || blind people be so frekking sassy. nolan should just piggyback her, no gentleman arm holds, just man child piggybacks ⊱
p e a c h and DINGO
Donut Witch
