said i was the best simultaneously the worst
Thorn winces with Noe’s falsely bright voice, before it breaks into a laugh that ends in a sigh – pure dramatics. “Well… There’s some’ve that too. But I’m not a part’ve that so I’m gladly not countin’ it.” He bounces his brows playfully at her, the nudge received with a playful grin and a bark of a laugh.
The Refuge feels like a godsend, though, especially when the rain starts to sputter out, as people drift throughout the entrance to the buildings within and he’s focusing on the path it’ll take to get to the café in question, lingering far too much on the idea of something warm to drink. “Y’know… That’d make sense, wouldn’t it?” Thorn says, brows pinching before he shrugs with a snort. “Apples ‘n carrots. Got it. I think.. someone in New Haven makes horse snacks, maybe I could convince ‘em to get me a big bag of them.” He mutters, tilting his head as he guides her over toward the café in the distance. It’s a welcoming spot, the building adorned with windows and painted a vibrant pink and green, almost like it’s a flower amongst the grasses. Within the windows you can see quite the variety of bakery items within – from cakes to pastries, cookies to donuts, brownies and everything in between.
And this time he can't really hide the way his stomach rumbles with anticipation, growling. "Sorry!" He says with a laugh, his hand patting his stomach.
The Refuge feels like a godsend, though, especially when the rain starts to sputter out, as people drift throughout the entrance to the buildings within and he’s focusing on the path it’ll take to get to the café in question, lingering far too much on the idea of something warm to drink. “Y’know… That’d make sense, wouldn’t it?” Thorn says, brows pinching before he shrugs with a snort. “Apples ‘n carrots. Got it. I think.. someone in New Haven makes horse snacks, maybe I could convince ‘em to get me a big bag of them.” He mutters, tilting his head as he guides her over toward the café in the distance. It’s a welcoming spot, the building adorned with windows and painted a vibrant pink and green, almost like it’s a flower amongst the grasses. Within the windows you can see quite the variety of bakery items within – from cakes to pastries, cookies to donuts, brownies and everything in between.
And this time he can't really hide the way his stomach rumbles with anticipation, growling. "Sorry!" He says with a laugh, his hand patting his stomach.
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
