AISHA
when you look at me like
that what did you expect
that what did you expect
The other gave a wry smile at her fumble, in turn she pursed her lips. There, even. When she tried to communicate her concern he seemed confused, her message not gotten across as she'd hoped. This was complicated, it would be easier if they could just write. She glanced away from him about the same time he did, probably thinking the same thing.
The dark haired boy found the pad and pen first, Aisha followed him over, stopping when he turned around and held up his message. She narrowed her eyes into a playful pout and grabbed the paper from him, scribbling down her own message against the hard of the table. A message jotted down in handwriting nicer than needed for the occasion, she offer him the paper; on it he would find underneath his question the words, Are you ok?
The dark haired boy found the pad and pen first, Aisha followed him over, stopping when he turned around and held up his message. She narrowed her eyes into a playful pout and grabbed the paper from him, scribbling down her own message against the hard of the table. A message jotted down in handwriting nicer than needed for the occasion, she offer him the paper; on it he would find underneath his question the words, Are you ok?
i'd probably still adore you with
with your hands around my neck
with your hands around my neck
