( alright, so maybe he'd dappled in that too hot table a bit too much with a bit too little thought or care toward it, given he's left shrugging out of preferred flannel even with the biting, fall breeze coming in through the larger tent. looks like some form of a hippy get together to him, but it's a safe bet not to count him out of anything that's going to involve a plethora of sweets.
his only complaint: where's the pie? (alright, there's a meat one, but he's looking for the good stuff.)
he's popped one too many of those cinnamon cupcakes, leaving a natural flush upon his cheeks, and he's about to exit the area to indulge a bit more in the crisp air outdoors when he notices the petite blonde being quiet literally suffocated back into one of the endlessly-pillowed cushions. there's no doubt he gets a little amusement out of it, given the husky chuckle that proceeds him, before he's reaching a larger, callous hand out to grab hers. )
This place is it's own kind of death trap, I tell ya.
two.
his only complaint: where's the pie? (alright, there's a meat one, but he's looking for the good stuff.)
he's popped one too many of those cinnamon cupcakes, leaving a natural flush upon his cheeks, and he's about to exit the area to indulge a bit more in the crisp air outdoors when he notices the petite blonde being quiet literally suffocated back into one of the endlessly-pillowed cushions. there's no doubt he gets a little amusement out of it, given the husky chuckle that proceeds him, before he's reaching a larger, callous hand out to grab hers. )
This place is it's own kind of death trap, I tell ya.