[ @malacians | from x. ]
❝Oh. Well, you see--❞ Bea peeked up at him, wearing a large smile that was just as guilty as it was mischievous. The purple crayon in her hand was quickly reducing itself to a stub as she drew vigorous, overlapping circles across her notebook. Butterflies sprung to life in her stomach, she swung her legs-- she felt like dancing! ❝I kind of-- er, sort of-- already tried it. This morning.❞









