07-10-2018, 01:59 PM
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Hazel breathed in deep, the sugary sweet scent of the flowers flooding her system. She wasn’t big in flora and their names, but she loved these. This was one of those times Hazel wished the basement had windows in their rooms, so she could finally grow something in the windowsill and add a bit of color to her room, but alas? No windows. She could supposedly move to the bunker, but she’d worked so hard in her room already...oh well. She could deal.
There was a moment where she paused, noticing a muted return of that giddy high coursing through her veins. It wasn’t quite...reciprocation, but more reflection. It was amusing, in a sense. Nonetheless, Hazel found herself watching Bastille, eyes locking on that twisted smirk that said I can’t believe you find this funny. Another huff of laughter escaped her lips from his expression, dangerously bordering on a snort.
“Puto quod pulchra sis.” She purred, watching in great delight as more flowers popped up at her paws. Hazel could feel his blush filter through the bond, and the pink heat began to burn at the tips of her ears as well. “You should consider starting a garden, like Margy.”
(Puto quod pulchra sis - I think they’re beautiful)
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Hazel breathed in deep, the sugary sweet scent of the flowers flooding her system. She wasn’t big in flora and their names, but she loved these. This was one of those times Hazel wished the basement had windows in their rooms, so she could finally grow something in the windowsill and add a bit of color to her room, but alas? No windows. She could supposedly move to the bunker, but she’d worked so hard in her room already...oh well. She could deal.
There was a moment where she paused, noticing a muted return of that giddy high coursing through her veins. It wasn’t quite...reciprocation, but more reflection. It was amusing, in a sense. Nonetheless, Hazel found herself watching Bastille, eyes locking on that twisted smirk that said I can’t believe you find this funny. Another huff of laughter escaped her lips from his expression, dangerously bordering on a snort.
“Puto quod pulchra sis.” She purred, watching in great delight as more flowers popped up at her paws. Hazel could feel his blush filter through the bond, and the pink heat began to burn at the tips of her ears as well. “You should consider starting a garden, like Margy.”
(Puto quod pulchra sis - I think they’re beautiful)
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