#awkward boye

[schnitthead]

you ever read something about a composer and thought “relatable”?

because like... Martinu was very relatable. like,,

mood

same bro

[usurperr-aa-blog]

          richard’s no stranger to late night stints in an attempt to cram together as much paperwork as is possible in a few hours, nor is he a stranger to nearly passing out at his desk with his face buried in files. at least, this time he had company. company that he’s perfectly happy to just... be near. he supposes. or he would be, if it wasn’t for his complete and utter lack of any grace in conversation. teeth pull at his thumb, detective leaning against desktop to tap his pen at the top of rafael’s own pile in an attempt to get his attention.

          “you... you’re staying late, too, huh?” // @southbronxabogado // sc

[bushidont]

waits for him to compliment her new dress

It had been a few hours. A few hours of silence. A few hours of unacknowledgement of her beautiful new dress.

Not out of apathy or maliciousness, of course. Watari thought himself above that. No, this reason was much more serious. In all his wisdom and assertiveness, Watari had found himself... somewhat shy about it.

She looked so cute in it. He wanted to say something. To make her smile. But what? He hadn’t been able to think of anything good enough. He, therefore, had kept silent for much too long. Even Poof could feel the tension.

Eventually growing tired of it, the ioninu nudged his master forcefully towards the light mage. Now speak to her, goddamnit. Ioninus have more important things to do. Well, not really, but Poof liked to think chasing tails is a priority.

“Uh, uhhmmm... Luxanna,” it still felt somewhat awkward to use her given name rather than her family name. “You look very beautiful. In your new dress, I mean. It suits you a lot.“