puts two tiny pony tails to match hers while he was sitting down at the guild. // why have angst when you can have an adorable wendy instead
█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ HE WAS OFF GUARD, lounging about the congenial atmosphere of the guild hall. He was off guard &&. drinking —- thus why he found himself utterly discomposed upon the ministration performed on his dark mane.
Alas, it would be instinctive for him to rebound; to exclaim out spurs and curses in reflex towards having his locks of hair so openly manhandled. But it was also a restraint to bite his tongue &&. subdue the urges that have become so natural to him now ( slipping sharp gaze away with a click of tongue against teeth — as much of a WELCOME as can be given when he discerned that the culprit was … Wendy, anyway. )
After all. Wendy was Wendy, and she reminded him of a BRIGHTER world. Her cherubic presence warmed his heart &&. thawed his defenses, melting it like glistening snow in the morning sun. Gray finds himself LOSING a bit of regard for himself around her … a little slither of dignity dissipated after each bow that was placed upon his head.
Though, they must truly look a sight.
❛ … Uh. Please put that camera away, Cana. ❜