2erpentiine:
>You softly squeeze his hand right back before nuzzling again and looking at him.
“Uh… Yeah the eyepatch…. So, an anon ended up turning my moirail and i into tricksters… and… well worst comes to worst i guess, i got my eye plucked… i dont remember much but for whatever reason i didnt like it….”
>You whine softly and rub his hand, hoping he isnt too distraught. You arent telling the full truth but its still what happened and you are sticking with that story.
>Your smile fell again at the thought or idea of an -eye- being plucked.
“Holy shit..”
>You breathe, shaking your head, taking the information at face value. No need to prod him about it, you didn’t blame him.
“W-well! Listen, let’s.. change the subject. And maybe the setting. Do you have one of those piles nearby that you’re so fond of?”















