royaleliite replied to your post:
Acerola stared wide eyed at the messages in return. Her heart stopped, she had meant to send that to Nanu. Gulping, she started to text back. - oh umm you know this guy, really well…actually-
His brows furrow as he reads her reply, faint confusion taking the place of the sick feeling that was present only moments before.
Not that he doubted her, but... If he knew the person, then how come they hadn’t said anything about it yet and made it obvious to everyone around them? In his eyes, anyone that Acerola was fond of ought to count themselves beyond lucky; If they weren’t properly appreciative of her, then he may have to find them and have a talk.
But she’s probably waiting for a reply, and he props his head up with one hand, his other arm resting on the desk before him, fingers typing away.
[to: Acerola]:
↪ [txt]: I do? Are you sure? ↪ [txt]: Haven’t heard anything about it. Can I ask who it is?










