“My tranquility needs to be refurbished.”
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Eros’ laughter bounces off the room and is like music as he holds his stomach in an attempt to try and stifle it. The trouble with spring is that it comes with rain and rain brings a sneaky accomplice to the crime of damage done to Bora’s once pristine outfit. A splash of mud kicked up by a passing car has slopped itself across the front of her clothes. “Oh no!” Eros manages between his laughs. He’s not laughing at her, simply laughing at how fate had played this out. Eros himself had just narrowly missed the splash because he had halted to tie the thin strings of his shoes and had watched in shock and surprise as it sprayed on the woman before him. “Forgive me, I’m not laughing at your plight lovely, just that it was honestly meant to be me who got it but my shoe was untied.” The god stands and stretches his wings a bit, one being polite and shielding her from the view of others that might stare. “May I assist you and buy you a new blouse since my misstep was your misfortune for today?”