
A scoffing, amused laugh scraped from between his teeth, bared briefly in one of those fleeting grins.
"Nah," he mumbled though, pulling it off and passing it back her way, head down to scratch his tousled hair back into place, peeking up her way coyly.
"Suits you better. I don't really do hats," he twitched his ears to indicate them, actually swiveling them slightly, like a cat's, and joked, "I'd need ear-holes."
Dappled sunlight speckled the shady forest path, casting patterns over their faces as they walked, little spotlights of warmth over their skin and ginger hair. The air was calm, but not silent, alive with the whispering choir of leaves rustling in the wind far above their heads, with the sleepy afternoon chirping of unseen birds.
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i like to bite my nails and play the air guitar
i think you're nice but i don't want to waste my time
i may seem crazy but don't worry i'm just fine
Gummi_Peach
i like to bite my nails and play the air guitar
i think you're nice but i don't want to waste my time
i may seem crazy but don't worry i'm just fine
t e v i a