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➤ gazelotte ( + source ) - ( status: not accepting )
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses.
Her arm swings over the other’s shoulders, despite the height difference between them but thankfully wearing heels had its benefits sometimes. Walking carelessly in different directions until they reached the place that belonged to the ex-musician, hazelnut colored irises flickering over the younger’s visage as she opens the door for the both of them. ❝Make yourself feel at home.❞ They weren’t the closest of friends, Charlotte encountered her unexpectedly when she saw Hana roaming around, lost in the crowd for once and every since then; the older actually considered her as a younger sister.
It’s not often she feels like that, due to the differences she shared with most women. Hana labels most of them as annoying, repetitive and somewhere along the lines of a bug she has a difficult time swatting away. Basically, she doesn’t get along with most of them. Thankfully, the both of them clicked effortlessly. Conversations that could last on for hours and Charlotte doesn’t crawl underneath her skin to where it’s irritating as well. Hana’s body slumps back on the couch, sitting side by side with the younger with the sides of their heads lightly pressing into one another.
❝Thanks again.❞ The strawberry blonde spoke out after a moment of silence, her lips press a faint peck on the older’s cheek to display gratitude. A simple, endearing gesture with arms wrapped around the thin waist that belongs to the woman who was sitting besides her comfortably. A small nod is all that was given in response with her lips formed into a straight line, a little in shocked by the peck on the cheek as she looks the other way dramatically. Her palm pressing into her own chest with her head slowly shaking from side to side. When the younger takes notice of the movements, her brows quirked upwards as she speaks once again. ❝Did I do something wrong, Hana?❞
❝Yeah.❞ A dragged sigh that was longing for release emits out as she looks back down at the other woman. ❝You’re givin’ your boyfriend a reason to kick my ass.❞ Hana admits, knowing that the peck was nothing more than displaying gratitude and she also knows about the relationship she has with a significant other as well. Words sarcastically emitting out of parted lips, trying to appear stern despite that temptation for her lips to curl upwards into a teasing grin as well.
There’s a shared laugh that comes into the mixture, teasingly leaning in to pucker her lips out towards the other woman with faint kissy noises to come along too. ❝Aw, it’s fine! Come here, kiss me too.❞ Childishly suggesting only to cause Hana to pull away despite her arms securely placing her in the same position once again, her head tilting to look somewhere else only to turn back to face Charlotte to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. Lips pressing into the soft patch of skin before a satisfied grin crawls over the rosy pair of lips when the affection was given in return.
