Danoram
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Location: Foyer to Kitchen | Outfit | Neutral| Mentions: Vivian, Carter (
Xed
Pastry
)
As she whips around, he's met with a pleasant scent--though, the same cannot be said for words. "You said you weren't coming back," she says heavily. "Was that a lie or do you not remember what you told me on the phone that day?"
Alehk's smile transitions to a guilty nibble on the inside of his cheek, a painful loss of words befalling him.
A hand in his pocket, bag over his shoulder, his brown eyes become downcast--unbothered and unmoving despite the few people coming and going as Vivian's gorgeous, absolutely stunning character awaits what he'll say.
He sighs a silent defeat. Looking up at Vivian again, she's turning away. "Coming!" she hollers out. Alehk tells himself to stop her, but what'll he do after that? Upset her more--that's all. Then, she's gone and Alehk stands alone in the foyer. His bag falls from his shoulder and hits the floor as he takes a deep breath that feels like the first one in a long time. Don't rush it, man...
And so, he furthers to the kitchen to find the previous guy--the one with the motorcycle. Alehk pulls out a chair and takes a seat, "'Sup... You brought drinks, no?" He knows that answer. "Take some shots with me?" A forced, charming smile pulls on his lips.
As she whips around, he's met with a pleasant scent--though, the same cannot be said for words. "You said you weren't coming back," she says heavily. "Was that a lie or do you not remember what you told me on the phone that day?"
Alehk's smile transitions to a guilty nibble on the inside of his cheek, a painful loss of words befalling him.
A hand in his pocket, bag over his shoulder, his brown eyes become downcast--unbothered and unmoving despite the few people coming and going as Vivian's gorgeous, absolutely stunning character awaits what he'll say.
He sighs a silent defeat. Looking up at Vivian again, she's turning away. "Coming!" she hollers out. Alehk tells himself to stop her, but what'll he do after that? Upset her more--that's all. Then, she's gone and Alehk stands alone in the foyer. His bag falls from his shoulder and hits the floor as he takes a deep breath that feels like the first one in a long time. Don't rush it, man...
And so, he furthers to the kitchen to find the previous guy--the one with the motorcycle. Alehk pulls out a chair and takes a seat, "'Sup... You brought drinks, no?" He knows that answer. "Take some shots with me?" A forced, charming smile pulls on his lips.