LOCKE
She is being a little too soft for him. It's not her fault though, he thinks she might just be a soft person. It's one of the many things he likes about her. She smooths down all his rough edges, leaving him almost shiny. That said, he still isn't sure how to handle it. It's not that people aren't nice to him. It's just that people aren't this kind of nice, this kind of caring. With every little shell he picks up, he thinks of something new about her he likes. After a few minutes he returns, holding them out to her.
"For you, my queen." He mock bows before handing them to her. How does she still make him so nervous? He's seen her half awake with eye crusties. And it's not like he can't physically overwhelm her. Still, his cheeks are red and he hopes she doesn't notice. He thinks about sitting before deciding not to.
"Want me to get more?"
"For you, my queen." He mock bows before handing them to her. How does she still make him so nervous? He's seen her half awake with eye crusties. And it's not like he can't physically overwhelm her. Still, his cheeks are red and he hopes she doesn't notice. He thinks about sitting before deciding not to.
"Want me to get more?"
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
