💨 (eyes)
💨 catch my muse in a lie
Tink had lied to him, and Terence knew it. He just couldn’t prove it yet. But he knew, deep in his soul, that his little could-be-something-more blonde friend had lied right to his face. And he was hurt. He thought they were closer then that, he thought they told each other the truth, no matter how bad it might be. Sitting across from her in one of the compounds common rooms, Terence furrowed his brow slightly, tilting his head to the side as he watched her stand up, saying something about getting a drink. That was when he saw it. Pushed down the side of the cushion on the chair were she probably thought he wouldn’t spot it, the colourful wrapper of his kit-kat bar. “I knew it!” He shouted, startling a few people sitting near by as he jumped to his feet, pointing at the chair as he started at Tink in disappointment. “I knew you ate my kit-kit! I can’t believe you thought you’d get away with it!”