---- feistymaus continued from [ x ]
as soon as he’s out of the taxi that brought him to the studio from the airport she’s run at him, full force, and thrown her arms around his neck. her feet are dangling when he catches her and she’s got her face buried in his shoulder, taking in his scent. she holds on tightly without thought of letting go except maybe to sneak in a kiss.
& as if he can’t tell, she murmurs an
❛ i miss you ❜
into the soft fabric of his shirtsleeve.
not expecting a greeting of such a warm degree, he drops his luggage and holds her close to him. their faces are inches apart until she ducks into the curve of where his neck meets his shoulder. a good few kisses are peppered onto her lips and he’s certain that they miss their mark due to both of their excitement but he doesn’t care--- the gesture is all the same.
& he replies back with a
❛ hey, you.. ❜
against the brunette locks.












