“ come now , stop the moping.” "Her smile spread across her face brightening her features. “ come join us.” She patted the bench seat next to her. “ it wouldn’t be a proper celebration without you.”
“ i'm not moping. ”
𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏. it's not that he was apposed to celebrating , but even gray wasn't above admitting the guild could be a bit much , even with having been raised in that environment. cheeks puffed out as he released a small huff , dropping next to @feyarmor , back pressed against the table as if giving himself an easy escape when the ( inevitable ) fight breaks out.
“ so like , is it bad that i don't remember exactly what it is we're celebrating today ? ”
unprompted