˙˚˙ᵕ come along | beeha
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while it wasn't something bee had set out to do, she’d taken it upon herself to collect fae. if she didn’t have family, she’d find it. her fae family had an eerie amount in common thus far: perhaps one could call it research. medical inquiry. to see if all fae were fated to the same lonely end.
someone should look into it, at least. so bee, pink tresses piled atop her head in a hasty clip, nursing a coffee at the yin&yang, attempting to journal, apparently took that task upon herself, in this very moment. because she, connoisseur of pink hair, spotted someone hesitating at the menu with the most wonderfully pastel hair, and she was up and darting over in a moment. when she slid up next to the other, it was with a trained, casual expression and crossed arms.
“mm, yeah, tough choice. i mean, this place does everything so well, though...oh— sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on ‘ya there. it’s just— fae palates are so finicky, right? ugh, and don’t get me started on the whole dairy thing...”