Muse status: N/A
"Isn’t that what you like about me?"
“I never said I wanted it in the first place.”
A smirk from in Sasuko’s face, was Saku jealous of the other guys? Sasuko approach him, practicably invading this personal space. “They’re just friends and team mates. Just being nice but if you want me i can spend more time with you a-l-o-n-e if you want.”
"You still got pieces of your lunch on your face "
He strutted down to the street and quickly crossed to where there was a small café. Eager for something to warm him up before taking ahead the day, for which he had nothing planned yet. The pale-eyed walked across the place, not really paying special attention to anything except the menu displayed in front of him. He finally addressed the attendant with a smile and asked for his coffee, then paying for it as it was delivered to him. He took a deep breath, the exquisite smell of his drink filling his insides as he turned around. Finally he opened his eyes again, which soon landed over a figure that was straightly looking at him.
He felt his own hands tremble when he recognized the person, and the object hanging around his neck. He had read of him and his work, and he was personally delighted by it. So he just smiled softly as a pink flush was traced across his cheeks.
Love at first sight, was that how the saying goes? Whatever it was, he knew the expression was comparable to how he was feeling right this moment. Except, it was too vague and certainly not love. Then what was he feeling? Semblance of a time that has long passed? He pursed his lips, a habit that he never dropped as a child, not that he had to either.
He stared. There was no other way to pleasantly describe the current, almost eerie fixation he had in his eyes that particular moment. His mouth was a desert which was odd since it just rained.
So you should all go immediately watch this amazing thing haha
"I’m not initiating anything."
Saku shook his head as he motioned to push the boy out of his home. “Sorry~ My mun says to not let you in until we have a thread. Of course I’ll let you in regardless.”
“My muscle mass is just fine.
Hey, this is stuff even edible? It looks like something that crawled out of a dumpster. A friend of yours?”
✿ The Influence of Parents ✿