Nov 22, 2016
She has something shoved under her shirt, hidden within the folds of fabric. It’s cylindrical in shape, and she seems to be using extreme caution when walking around with it.
Hopefully her sister will not see...
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She has something shoved under her shirt, hidden within the folds of fabric. It’s cylindrical in shape, and she seems to be using extreme caution when walking around with it.
Hopefully her sister will not see...
“Maybe Monsieur Lowell can teach me the moves!”
“Everyone’s posing! Maybe i should join in!”
“Why does my sister always scare off my friends...”
“M-maybe we could ‘ide you for now Monsieur Lowell-”
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3. first kiss
Droite had never kissed anyone before. Well, that technically wasn’t true, she had kissed her dad and her sister before but, well, that was different. That was a familial kiss, something you did with family members, especially ones as close as they were.
This, this was different, though there was no meaning behind it other than morbid curiosity. She wanted to know what it felt like, she had heard her sister mumble about kissing the mage in her sleep before, and if her sister could do it then so could she, right?
And what better person to try it with then the secret friend she had made?
Soft, pink lips press against his in an instant, it’s out of the blue, mid conversation, and it doesn’t last long. Just long enough for the girl to have her eyes screwed shut, and her leg cocked out in a funny little pose she’d seen done in picture books.
Rocking back on her heels, and off of her tip toes, the pigtailed girl folded her arms behind her back and beamed, tilting her head to the side slightly as she looked like she was thinking.
In reality, she was deciding whether or not she liked the action, and finally settling on the decision that it was enjoyable, she rubbed the back of her head.
“So.....We wont tell my sister or Yeager about zat, oui?”
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Casually watches as Gauche pulls Droite away.
Waves apologetically as she’s being scolded.
“Yeager, Yeager, do you know ‘ere i can ‘ide?! Gauche found my last place!!”
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