#nervous bab

[ask-blankgameplays]

YOU! *boops nose* a-DORABLE

Blank blinks, taken about, sniffling right after.

"Oh? Well- I- I uh, don't exactly think that's...true? But okay..."

[ask-kyu]

(just-ask-autumn) "I peeked at the doodle your trainer did of what you'd look like." Autumn gently perches herself on the disguise's head. "If that is what you really look like, then I say you look adorable the way you are."

He broke

[ask-messily-drawn-baldi]

My Baldi: So you'll call the police, or what? And do you like pancakes? I honestly don't know why I'm asking this.

[quietresistance]

                    A  SWALLOW  OF  AIR  DOESN’T  do  much  to  calm  the  journalist  as  the  click  of  her  heels  were  swallowed  by  her  stepping  onto  carpet.    The  thought  that  she  might  pass  that  black  door  with  the  intention  of  interviewing  the  man  who  lived  within  seemed  a  dream  entirely.    Why  on  earth  would  an  oulet  entrust  such  an  important  piece  to  a  mere  freelancer  and  not  send  some  old  standby?    It  almost  semmed  like  it  could  be  some  terrible  joke  at  her  expense,  Katherine  half  expecting  to  be  turned  away  at  any  step  of  the  long  process  of  gaining  admittance.    Not  for  many  years,  perhaps  not  ever  did  she  expect  to  have  the  chance  to  interview  the  Prime  Minister  of  the  UK.

                    AN  AIDE  ASKING  IF  SHE  had  ever  had  the  chance  to  meet  the  prime  minister  before  brought  her  out  of  the  slight  haze  she’d  somehow  allowed  herself  to  fall  into,  but  the  entrance  of  the  man  in  question  saved  her  from  the  entirely  too  long  pause  before  her  would-be  answer,  a  simple  shake  of  her  head  al  she  managed.        ❝  It’s  an  honor  to  meet  you,  Sir.  ❞        At  least  none  of  her  nerves  emerged  from  her  voice  or  outstretched  hand,  a  single  blessing,  Katherine  feeling  as  if  she  must  at  least  appear  confident.    And  that  would  be  all  she  required.    But  why  her?    They  even  had  British  correspondents...  not  her,  the  random  American  covering  their  politics  on  leave  from  her  work  in  Iraq!          ——    @brockethxll

[wagenstung]

(   @ataraxia-resolute   from   this   )

It was impulsive. Nothing to regret, but definitely impulsive. They were just lounging as they usually do, Charlie curled against his frame as they relaxed into the evening hours of the day. She’d looked up at him in his concentration and.. kissed his cheek plate. There was a small smile at her lips when she’d retreated back into his chest, but seeing his wide eye expression and confused brought that smile to a nervous drop. Did she push a boundary?.. Expression vacant, nervous, she swallows back some nerves.

       “ I just.. felt like it. .. Sorry.. “

[wonderbrownie]

@clqrissa

“Okay... sooo, because I’m a fantastic friend, and I rather not suffer any embarrassment--” he takes a deep breath and a brief pause. “What would you want for your birthday, because honestly, getting gifts you don’t want sucks a lot, don’t wanna put you or me through that” he sighs.

“Not to mention I don’t wanna be that guy who just gets you a gift card and it’s painfully obvious I didn’t even try” a nervous laugh coupled with him rubbing the back of his neck.