Everybody sour like a lemon tree
The response she provides is confirmation of how deep in shit he is, making his fluster rise all the higher up his face. "I know, I know," he complains, the words of a dead man, it'd seem. Her suggestion is a fray in the noose though, and his hope of survival latches onto it quickly. "Oh that is such a good idea!" He'll even make a point to hand-deliver it. "Although we still need to figure out a date, and what the invites look like... so maybe I send her flowers for now." He could probably snipe some from all the arrangements Mateo leaves around. Surely if he plucks one per vase the botanist will never notice.
The sincerity has lasted too long and it feels weird. Koa might be the footsteps he's always tried to follow in, but Noe's closer in age to him, so she's always been more the one he's walked beside, actively trying to trip the entire time. "You sound just like a greeting card," he says blowing out a raspberry, the truth of his gratitude folded into the smile on the edges. He's Mr. Hallmark himself sometimes, but he's not about to let her get away with it. Leaning in suddenly, seat rocking forward a touch, he lowers his voice. "Speaking of happiness," he baits. "Guess who's claiming to be head over heels these days?"
The sincerity has lasted too long and it feels weird. Koa might be the footsteps he's always tried to follow in, but Noe's closer in age to him, so she's always been more the one he's walked beside, actively trying to trip the entire time. "You sound just like a greeting card," he says blowing out a raspberry, the truth of his gratitude folded into the smile on the edges. He's Mr. Hallmark himself sometimes, but he's not about to let her get away with it. Leaning in suddenly, seat rocking forward a touch, he lowers his voice. "Speaking of happiness," he baits. "Guess who's claiming to be head over heels these days?"
Kaisel
I'm just smiling down upon my enemies
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
