// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
A shrug is offered at Tobi’s words, a quiet agreement that she imagines it’s much like the architecture she works with. The main hubs of things, the ‘brains’ so to speak, were always far more complicated than the ‘limbs’ or ‘bones’ of the entirety. “It might be bold of me to think so, but I like to think I’m doing just fine.” She chimes with a bubbly grin, hidden by the scarf that grows higher and higher around her face, reaching up with a gloved hand to pull the hood down a bit more to cover her forehead and ears.
But then there’s a flask, and she pops out of her little warmth within like a child just given a gift. “Oh I like you.” She grins, taking the flask and sipping from it before handing it back. “We should get together more often if those are the kinds of orders you’re giving out.” She hums thoughtfully, continuing on the trek and letting the warmth of the drink warm her from within the bundles of furs and clothing.
But then there’s a flask, and she pops out of her little warmth within like a child just given a gift. “Oh I like you.” She grins, taking the flask and sipping from it before handing it back. “We should get together more often if those are the kinds of orders you’re giving out.” She hums thoughtfully, continuing on the trek and letting the warmth of the drink warm her from within the bundles of furs and clothing.
Seraphina
