Zavien
Smiling, Zavien nodded his head, unconcerned about the lack of cooking skills between the two of them and more interested in the prospective Torchline trip. "Sounds like another date opportunity to me." It felt strange to say, to assume that there would be plenty more dates to come. It was something he wanted - something he'd agreed to - but a concept he was still wrapping his head around.
The rhetorical question was one he was happy to answer, grinning as he claimed, "They're called 'psychopaths.'" Ones who hated life and all the goodness it had to offer. It was a relief to find that Soh wasn't one of them.
What little sunlight filtered through the clouds splashed across her hair when she tilted her head up, cheeks aglow with more than the light brushing them. He watched, momentarily distracted before she gave her hint. It seemed simple enough, his own features turning bright at the implication. "OH. A steak?"
The rhetorical question was one he was happy to answer, grinning as he claimed, "They're called 'psychopaths.'" Ones who hated life and all the goodness it had to offer. It was a relief to find that Soh wasn't one of them.
What little sunlight filtered through the clouds splashed across her hair when she tilted her head up, cheeks aglow with more than the light brushing them. He watched, momentarily distracted before she gave her hint. It seemed simple enough, his own features turning bright at the implication. "OH. A steak?"
I love you with everything I am,
everything I've been,
and everything I hope to be.
everything I've been,
and everything I hope to be.
