light-of-justice:
Sharp, metal digits lift and move up to his prominent facial contours lazily, pointing towards himself in response. His azure eye kept blinking in sheer confusion. What the hell’s she talking about?
" … what? Where?"
She smiled, warm and sweetly, approaching his figure to gently wipe away a loose strand of hair that somehow managed to skid through the strap and down to his face. It looked cute, though. Sorta.
"Right there. It's all good now."














