the trunk’s roots cradle his neck just so, and upon looking up towards the tree top, he thinks he can spot the unmistakable red of her hair. a long yawn before he calls out, “ 𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦... ” claude hums, folding his arms under his head. “ someone that’s taking a nap on my favorite tree. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘪 ? ” @hapiene ♡’ed.















