#mohairsuite

[citialiin]

          ☆ ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION WITH : @mohairsuite

     ❝ I’VE GOT something to ask you about. ❞

     HE DOESN’T bother to turn away from his vanity; eyes      gracing her with a brief glance through the reflection of      his mirror, he gestures at the couch to his left with his      comb, returning it to his bright red hair.  ❝ Please, sit.       Do you want a drink, love ?  Did you have a nice day ? ❞      The generous assortment of pleasantries hints that his      query might be a tad more significant than he lets on.

[inqustvea]

               ❝  bad  time ?  ❞  as  if  it  isn’t  obvious  enough .  sam  simply  senses  these  things  --  especially  when  they’re  staring  at  him  right  in  the  face .  sheepishness ...  in  the  palm  of  his  hand ,  how  it  draws  to  the  back  of  his  head  and  flattens  down  smooth  hair .  ❝  i  can  come  back  later .  ❞

@mohairsuite​ ; accepting !

[greyhoundgxrl]

“ close your eyes. “ she waits, and then takes her hands and sets a small , fuzz ball of a kitten between her palms , “ I picked them up last night , a couple states away —I tried to get the little fuzzball here sooner but the breeder wouldn’t put them on a plane.” She huffs and smooths blonde hair back “ so don’t mind if they’re a bit tired- “

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Madeline squealed as she was presented with a kitten. “Can I hold them? They look so sweet!” Maddie had always loved cats. When she was a little girl, a mama cat had given birth under the porch. Maddie loved those kittens, but one day they disappeared. Maddie always wondered what happened to them. She’d wanted a cat ever since. “Are they a boy or a girl?”

[starlingari-a]

@mohairsuite sent ; 💕 ( for’a SMOOCH! )

... no way... no way! Arienette is stood all curled within herself: arms tucked against chest, fingers all tumbly and tangled in with each other, chin set tightly atop curled knuckled-- a desperate attempt to remain contained. Mother was always the magic maker when it came to things like that, and Ari was so incredibly, terribly NERVOUS to trust such a thing with someone else...

But it’s STEVIE. Everyone heard of STEVIE, and Arienette was tickled so very pink when she’d actually met her that she assumed the suggestion of representation was some foggy daydream... but HERE THEY WERE!

STILL, DESPITE ALL OF THE PROFESSIONAL ETIQUETTE SHE CERTAINLY HAD PEARLED INTO HER OVER THE YEARS, the poor girl can’t keep back a squeak that would set a mouse off running, and the little jump she did when making such a noise ended with an act of gratitude that was as innate in her as her good graces-- a tiny peck of a kiss to Stevie’s cheek! IT WAS HOW SHE’D ALWAYS THANK HER MOTHER FOR LANDING A MAGNIFICENT GIG! SHE DIDN’T MEAN TO RUIN THEIR GOOD NEWS MOMENT! HOW ODD OF HER! OH NO! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SHE SQUIRMS OUT FROM MOTHER’S THUMB ... !!!!!!

Arienette flushes pink as she’d been back when she was so tickled with their introductions, this time embarassed to the core for what she’d just done... “Oh, I’m so sorry, I--” face falls, smile twitches down, but she hopes she hadn’t just made this all BAD, she’s SO sorry! “I was just, I’m so excited, how did you... !?” Gasp, excited past her previous faux-pas, “I am so excited for this, you’re a miracle worker!”