— october. ♡

does it. . ?

ah, i'm glad—;;;

/her voice almost got a little watery there. him ? feeling normal ??

wish there were more of them. .

not sure yet. .

maybe we will find out one day, some day.

/shrug. and another sip.

i like doing this, though.

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y-yes yes of course !!

ahem— mmh.

/immediately getting her own straw and going CRAZY on her shake—.

/no she's not bright pink. pssh.

/freeze !

/the bottle is closed, and promptly set aside.

/october then grabs a straw out of a holder, pops it into the shake, and presents it to him !

ta-da ~★

/oh, so serious.

/without breaking eye contact, she's all but dumping the syrup bottle.

/just adding more and more swirls—

okay, say when. ^u^

!!!

/spinning to face him— beaming.

yes !!! do they look good ?

i didn't want to go overboard with the strawberry syrup, but i can add more drizzle if you'd like—.

/one long strawberry cutting, milkshake assembling montage later ~ ✨️

/she'll be putting on the last swirls of whipped cream by the time he's likely finishing up. .

/humming to herself all the while. .

ooh, excellent choice.

i can cut up some fresh ones for it too. .

/blowing him a little kiss before she heads for the kitchen, without a second thought about it—.

/handing him a towel.

what flavor milkshake ? i'll have it ready by the time you're done.

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come hereee please—

I can help with that.

🙋‍♀️

/might as well get comfy. .

/well. more than she already is.

/after taking a sip of her drink, she's nestling right up against his side.

/. . purrrrr—.

/. . oh, she's totally sitting on it.

/grabbing it in a split second just to hand it over, Still avoiding his gaze.

/extra smooth.

. . it's alright.

let's just. relax, and hang out. did you still want to pick what to watch—?

mm. . i understand.

well. sort of.

/she finally shifts. peeking up at him, just a bit, cheek still squished against his shoulder.

why would feelings change how we talk that much. . ?

. . i feel like you could talk to me fine in the past.

what changed that much ?

/fidgeting with her bracelet out of habit. she knows the answer, but, still.

this. .

nervousness. i suppose.

right, i'm sorry—.

. . i don't want things to be weird between us.

/staying right where she is, so she doesn't have to look him in the eye.

/snrk.

it's okay, i was teasing ~

i know. .

/bonking her head against his shoulder with a tiny trill, as if trying to help him relax.

of course.

. . .

that wasn't the only reason you wanted to come over, was it ?

/scooting closer.

. . .

/definitely a little pink in her cheeks, too. glancing away, she plops onto the couch.

then i'll be sure to tell you whenever i can,,

. . should i remind you more, so you don't forget as much ?

/after pouring herself a glass of strawberry milk, she's finally on her way to join him in the living room.

or would that get annoying, hm. . 💧

of course i did—.

/tober is, well, definitely avoiding his gaze, but all while setting the sweets onto a plate for convenience.

how could i not. . ?

/cue the teeny little purrs—.

i sure hope so. .

/mumbling quietly, he only Might be able to hear her from all the way over there,

i missed you too, you know—.

Evil Marina Ida

/like holding a little potato. .

go ahead, she's obviously missed you as well ~

/giggling quietly as she steps off to the kitchen. .

do you want a drink or anything to go with it ?

/the sweetest. he's not gonna be left alone by her the entire time he's here then—.

sounds good to me. .

do you want to watch something and hang out ? you can choose while i grab everything. .

/it's unchanged,

/just like melomel, scampering in to rub against his leg like usual.

let's see. . i made some cookies, brownies, and cupcakes recently. there's still some left of each. .

aaand i think i still have some mochi ice cream in the freezer. .

mhm. .

/shuffling backwards to pull him in,,

it's nice to see you too. .

what sweets were you craving ? anything in particular ?