Apr 23, 2020
dalia reminded herself that she loves mimi, that mimi is her friend, that this was a painless favour, but as her eyes drifted off to the windows and her fingers itched for her phone, she could only turn her green eyes back to kristoffer. “i feel like we’re back in the middle ages... when they didn’t have photographs or instagram filters. people back then have no choice to painting each other for fun.” she crossed and uncrossed her legs, fussing needlessly with the hem of her shirt. “you could’ve used a picture, you know - although... i’m not sure if i trust you enough to do this, i didn’t even knew you painted.” ( @krstoffcrs )