#seersister

[dwellving-blog]

[✠] Quietly offers a slice of Welsh rarebit to the girl. [✠]

          it’s not all often that STRANGERS approach her so casually, let alone offer her food, yet before her stands one of those uncommon instances. with a demeanor that practically screams hostility && anti - social behavior  ( eyes strained to a narrow from light, a scowl ever present on her face from general feelings of aggression ),  she’s avoided, despite her height.  small as she might be -- fragile, as well, still a force to be reckoned with. 

          red eyes dart between the offered food && the other, a brief wonder on what could possibly possess her -- then, realizing, she doesn’t particularly care. taking the offered dish, sniffing at it to deem whether or not she’ll eat it, then looking up at her with questioning eyes.

[silverweretiger]

“Pumpkin bathbombs? I don’t…want to smell like a pumpkin.”

Things my roommate said starters

Atsushi himself doesn't seem too keen on the idea of smelling like a pumpkin, making a face at the idea. He puts the bathbomb back in its previous place then rubs his hands together as if to get rid of the smell. "Me either, honestly. We should keep looking, maybe we can find a better gift."

[silverweretiger]

“You’re not disappointing! Just… surprising.”

Disappointment starters

Atsushi smiled SADLY before rubbing the back of his head. He APPRECIATED that she was trying to be nice, but honestly he was SO USED that he didn't mind it anymore. "But still Dindrane-san..."

He pursed his lips, letting his shoulders SLUMP slightly. So much for getting stuff DONE.

"Sorry."

[silverweretiger]

[✠] Gently shoves a bite of Welsh rarebit into Atsushi's mouth. [✠]

Come feed Atsushi questionable things!

His eyes widen for a moment at the foreign food he's being fed before tentatively chewing and swallowing it. It doesn't taste bad, fact that is backed up by his growling stomach demanding more. "What was that?"