@hemoves —— continued from here.
OH ! HE HADN’T INTENDED TO BE , BUT HOWL COULD HARDLY COMPLAIN ABOUT THE ‘PREDICAMENT’ HE HAD FOUND HIMSELF IN. you know , once not long ago he had cursed the makers of the local transport. calcifer had listened to him ramble on for days about how they never arrived on time , and there was never anyone interesting on them , and that they smelled like old pennies and... well , needless to say the trams had finally proven their worth. howl had almost written them off as useless hunks of metal , worth no more than the scrap that was smelted to make them. but not anymore. NO , they had quite redeemed themselves he thought , more than a little smugly.
‘ i am dreadfully sorry, my lovely , but they do put so little space in these things. perhaps if i were to take a step back here you could acquire more breathing room — ’ his heeled boots click against the hard floor of the tram. THERE , she should have some more space now. ‘ better ? ’
𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭, her hand clutches a handful of bags in assorted colours as she raises an eyebrow at the stranger's words. somehow by the shifting && shuffling of the tram, she has ended up practically nose-first against the taller individual. ahri has never been particularly fond of tightly packed spaces filled to the brim with humans, her nature being what it is / her soul belonging to the forests she resides in. it seems that today she has ( almost literally ) bumped into a rather... friendly individual who shifted a little too close for comfort; close enough for her to smell what he likely had for breakfast in the morning && his favored scent of cologne.
“ no apology needed, ” she begins, offering a small smile that's decidedly unruffled by his cheerful charm. “ but thank you, this is indeed better. i was rather close to batting you away myself had you not moved! ” she jests with a playful gleam within golden eyes, holding up her numerous heavy bags.
