love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria munches on her food, lips hovering close for ease of taking a second bite. Her brows raise when Seren leans in close to tell her the secret answer. She gulps down her mouthful and whisper-yells, “Oh, I’m good at keeping secrets! I tell lots of them!” Not realizing the hypocrisy of her statement, that not quite being what she means, Kamaria simply smiles up at Seren. “I like the beach, too,” she hums excitedly, happy to find something they have in common.
The roll is abandoned, back to its plate, half-eaten and all, as Kamaria jumps up and takes a ready stance. “Dare!” She licks her lips swiftly and wipes the crumbs from her hands, gazing at Seren with intense blue-green eyes.
The roll is abandoned, back to its plate, half-eaten and all, as Kamaria jumps up and takes a ready stance. “Dare!” She licks her lips swiftly and wipes the crumbs from her hands, gazing at Seren with intense blue-green eyes.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
