* : picking up the remains with @seonothajun
WHAT is in his eyes that urges her to shift away from him? Mulling over the last few moments, a frown appears on his face for the briefest flicker as he muses that he hasn’t said or acted in any strange offbeat manner. It is only when he questions her about first impressions then she looks utterly uncertain of anything and the backing away from him that BEWILDER him. Did an uncanny or lifeless expression wash over his features unconsciously? Did he slip into his ghost boy theatrics unknowingly in those few seconds? Or is she a supernatural with a sixth sense? “What does that mean?” the words can be phrased with a lighter and amicable tone yet it still comes out harsh and almost accusatory. Hurriedly dismissing any notion of unfriendly ESTRANGED behaviour, he grins toothily in her direction as he cups his face in his palms with an innocent wide-eyed look. “What’s true about your first impression of me? But I want to know your first impression too. If you are curious about mine, I thought you were kind of basic but nice. Something tells me that it may be otherwise...” with a small amused snort of laughter, he then gestures to her hand since he is ABUNDANTLY curious about the tattoos on her fingers. “So can you also explain to me why you decided to slap on some permanent designs on your fingers because I don’t understand the point in doing it. Do yours have some meaningful crap behind it too?”











