Harper
Hearing the equivalent of snow-growling is strange to say the least, much less the visual interpretation of frustration on an otherwise featureless...thing. Harper loves it. His cheeks warm into a pink hue at Lena's easy compliment, and darken only further at her recognition. It hadn't exactly been a flattering scenario she'd found him in after all. While Harper has little to no shame, embarrassment is a far different beast.
"Not the best first impression, though you left a great one yourself," he compliments warmly, never afraid to throw himself under the proverbial bus. "I'm just about done with my painting - I just need to collect some of that puddle water like a weirdo, but maybe you can join me for a drink?" They'd had so little time to talk the first time they'd met that it seems only fair to rectify that now. He gestures loosely to the empty chair opposite the little cafe table he'd been working at, his own previous drink a solitary, empty soldier on its surface.
"Not the best first impression, though you left a great one yourself," he compliments warmly, never afraid to throw himself under the proverbial bus. "I'm just about done with my painting - I just need to collect some of that puddle water like a weirdo, but maybe you can join me for a drink?" They'd had so little time to talk the first time they'd met that it seems only fair to rectify that now. He gestures loosely to the empty chair opposite the little cafe table he'd been working at, his own previous drink a solitary, empty soldier on its surface.
I am water - soft enough to offer life
tough enough to drown it away
tough enough to drown it away
