( â apennyfordyourthoughts )
Ford tapped his fingers on the table he was at, looking a bit nervous and bored all at once, he wasnât used to the feeling of having nothing in his hands, particularly a good book or puzzle of some sort. Ever since being dropped off in the town, he was feeling more anxious than ever. As the piece of paper was pushed his way, his eyebrows furrowed a bit, tilting his head as he stared at the grid. Biting his lip he looked at the male, blinking a few times he slowly took the paper, analyzing every possible moves before drawing a circle in the bottom right corner, giving the male a small smile as he handed it back. âI am, I havenât really explored much since being thrown in here,â he shrugged.Â
Noah could sense the anxiousness. Not only was he graced with the quite literally God-given talent to read others well, but he could recognize it because he could relate. It was the least he could do to help provide a distraction, and when the other male entertained the silly, little game, the angel felt a small sense of accomplishment. âI prefer to describe it as gently tossed rather than thrown in here,â Noah playfully replied, scrawling an âxâ in the middle and pushing the paper back. While his warm grin never left his expression, he offered a more solemn (though hopefully consoling) thought. âEverything happens for a reason... even if it doesnât necessarily appear that way at first.â











