❝ I’m about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❞
﹙ ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS. // ACCEPTING. ﹚ —— @kinetia
《 ※ 》 THERE’S A BRIEF moment of silence and a slow craning of his neck to turn his head towards the older male’s features. The way his brow lifts, eyes narrow and lips slightly apart shows clear evidence of skepticism. Did he seriously just say he’s as intimidating as a butterfly ? Not to be mistaken, some breeds of butterflies were quite scary and quite cunning too with the designs of their wings and whatnot. But in most cases they were very soft, pretty little things to look at either nestled on the petal of a flower or flapping it’s wings as it flutters through the air—fighting invisible air currents. A hand lifts up from settling on his own lap, placing it on the older male’s shoulder. There’s a small squeeze as the pads of digits lightly dig into the fabric of the finely knit cotton. ❝ Hyung, let’s be honest here, ❞ he starts, chocolate hues looking forward at nothing in particular.
❝ You are a buff guy with sleeves. Immediately people are going to find you intimidating with those two things alone. Which kind of sucks since in most cases would deter people and I know you’re pretty warm and soft, like a nice fluffy pillow freshly out of the dryer. ❞
