"I find your passion and heart to some of the most beautiful things I've come across."
His words were caught in his throat, breath ripped from his lungs, leaving the hero unable to speak —- unable to breathe. Whipped Cream, calling any part of him beautiful. Did he not know the pink coated cookie was his own creation of beauty ? His posture, his mannerisms, the way he presented himself ---- simply who he was enough to calculate that Whipped Cream was beautiful ( his theory was concluded. no need for further research ).
Hero swallowed the lump that formed in the back of his throat. He wanted to thank him for the compliment ( debate him as well / he didn’t find any bit of him to be beautiful ) and he wanted to return the compliment with his own ---- or try to ---- But, with his novel missing, he couldn’t hide behind his pages. He couldn’t speak with Whipped Cream with a clear head.
❝ I - I – uh. ❞
The gears in his brain churned, words try their best to connect to one another to even produce a sentence. But, it was no use. Whipped Cream had a way of making his audience speechless ; that included Hero.
@dancingcream !
