eyes only blink in pure curiosity, silence still reigning as impassive features did not waver at all — as if they ever did — whilst small aureolin optics did nothing but remain fixed onto opposite visage, still waiting; this time for an explanation to what they meant. he hums, sweet treat still hanging from his mouth as he speaks;
’ movie ? ‘
‛ m-mhm. .! ’ she’s frightened, and the immediate response is caused by the sudden vocal of the other ‛ y-you kicked..that kid... he’s okay right? ’
a small lean to peek over him is made, grip which is still kept on her bag slightly loosened in order to point to what’s behind them; ‛ this is for a m-movie isn’t it…? ’
