They’ll have to:
- Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
- Answer that question.
How’s living feel?
…’s all right.
What’ve you been up to?
She took a simple pleasure in nuzzling into his hair before he turned around. Toni nodded a little. “I’m fine… it’s been so quiet….” She hummed and let her arms move away from him so she could prop herself up. “You’re looking good.” She commented.
"Heh… sorry. I’ve been a bit of a recluse since I got here, haven’t I…?" He eases himself up and turns beet-red at her comment.
"Wh— I-I um, well… Y-You’re the one who— I, uh— E-Eheh… Thanks…?”
His lips curl to a goofy smile and he tries to quit being a total doofus. Just a partial doofus is enough.
"You, uh. Y’wanna do something…?"
To say he wasn’t expecting this would be incorrect.
Even so, getting this invitation does something to him.
His stomach twists uneasily and his skin crawls. His heart beats erratically and a pressure builds in his head as though he were holding his breath. He should be happy for them. And for the most part, he is.
j e a l o u s y
begins to eat him alive.
He’s been drifting in and out of a lazy afternoon nap. He should really get up, so he’s not upset when Toni rouses him. There’s a grumbly hum before he speaks.
"Mmmnope. Was just getting up…" A hand reaches up to scratch at his head— his hair is getting longer now, getting back to normal. Still weird-looking, but hopefully in a couple of months it’ll be where it was before.
Hanna maneuvers and turns himself around, eyes opening slowly to look at her.
You do? Oh my. Why’s that?