good!! i woke up and read angst first thing (not a great idea but it was great angst), did a bunch of schoolwork (did you know that astronauts work out ~2.5 hours everyday to curb the rate of bone atrophy in space?), went to track practice (AAHAHHHH MY COACHES SIGNED ME UP FOR HIGHJUMP, THE 100M, 400M, 4X400M) and had piano lessons !! then my sister and i went to t-t-t-targetttt to buy some stuff for my mom! it's her birthday tomorrow 😎
the way i beamed at the nomin picture akshsjs i'm whipped.
Rain: Yes, well... just because I made Dash’s clothes, doesn’t mean I have to like them. Right?
Dash: Well, I guess, but... *frowns* Why make them if you don’t like them?
Rain: Well... they’re the type of thing that makes Dash comfortable.
Dash: Uh...
Rain: Dash prefers to be in over sized clothing that fits him poorly, yes?
Dash: *shifting in embarrassment* Well, yeah, uh...
Rain: So, while I do appreciate Dash’s style overall... I really wish Dash would let me make him something that fits properly.
Dash: But-
Rain: *places a finger against his lips, making him blush immediately* I understand, alright? I understand Dash’s discomfort and fear. Which is why I continue to make the clothes Dash asks of me.
Dash: *grumbles under breath*
Rain: But Dash trusts me, right...?
Dash: *without missing a beat* Yes. With my life. With my heart. With everything I am.
Rain: *blushes darkly but tries to ignore it* Then... will Dash trust me and allow me to make him something that fits his body?
Dash: *frowns and hesitates for several seconds* ...Yeah, alright. I will.