#mpmakaela

[mploren]

[ txt ] hey sweet cheeks. just making sure you're okay and didn't get slapped with the snow.

[ ➢ ] i feel like you'd enjoy seeing me with a faceful of snow much more than your worried text lets on lol

[ ➢ ] but i'm fine. i'm inside and i'm in good company which is probably the best one could hope for with weather like this.

[ ➢ ] you're not on your way to becoming a snowman too, i hope?

[mploren]

❛ UMM, IS THIS SEAT TAKEN ? ❜

first meeting: currently accepting

loren lifts his gaze up to the person asking, only for his expression to brighten with recognition when it’s makaela coming into his view. “when it’s you asking?” he inquires, his smile already turning playful. “always. it’s the chair i use to stretch my legs on when they get tired of being folded.”

which is a load of bullshit, of course, but he can’t help joking around with her, which is proven when he slides a bit better into his own seat and motions a hand towards his lap. “this one’s free, though,” he offers, with an almost shiteating grin, eyes bright and posture completely relaxed.

“or if you’re really desperate, perhaps agapi’s willing to give up her spot to you.” at those words, he motions down to his faithful dog lying on the floor next to his chair, raising her head briefly when she hears her name and thumping her tail on the floor twice as she regards makaela with equal enthusiasm as loren is doing.