
A FROWN OF CONCENTRATION curves delicate features. she’s stepped out of the convenience store into the GLARING sun, digging through the plastic bag for something specific. preacher’s daughter settles on the bus stop bench - she’s not going to TAKE the bus, no, but she’s got some time to kill. legs cross primly under pink sundress, & she rips the packaging open on a bag of twizzlers. ( she’s not sure if the other is staring at her or not, but she’s self conscious all the same. ) green gaze lifts, frown morphs into a small smile & she holds out the candy. ‘ didja want one ? ’ / @exubiytsa
[★] SUBTLETY seems to be a trait that’s slowly wearing off ———— the Soldier wasn’t aware he was staring , lost in his...