Breast!

o — oh.ᐟ ah, um, I — I’m . . . sorry, do —— have we met before.ᐣ a — are you a. ( blink. ) cosplayer.ᐣ

❪ (un?)fortunately for said total stranger in question, poor Alice has a bit of a jumpy streak —— and given that this woman has basically manifested out of thin air . . .

. . . the almost comedically overboard flinch she gives in return is all but expected. ❫

I could really go for something sweet right now. something fruity and dainty and fluffy and almost too pretty to eat. hm, hm . . .

// are u Shore

❪ it’s an unconscious gesture, one that he’s certainly more than well acquainted with by now, that she cranes into Sebastian’s outreached palm like a sunflower seeking the first rays of day. ❫

. . . sounds like . . something that someone who’s trying to avoid addressing his feelings would say.

// moi?

// fuck r u meowin at

mm.

i wonder if they still make those drinks with the cherry flavoring in it that you pour out of the little plastic shark toys they give you

sometimes i’m worried that one day I’m gonna be for real dying and i’m not even gonna know it or react the way i should because its happened so many times now lol

ah — um.

❪ jolting lightly at the contact, simply out of habit rather than fear or genuine surprise. she peeks over her shoulder to meet his gaze and offer a timid smile. ❫

yeah —— sorry. just got lost in my head for a minute, but . . . it’s nothing.

are . . . 𝘺𝘰𝘶, okay.ᐣ

. . .

( flopped onto her side. staring at the dirt under her fingernails like there’s something hidden in it. )

Sebastian.

eh.ᐣ what d —— SEBASTIAN SOLACE.

oh, is it a moral failing for a girl to embrace her lover’s monstrous self that they first met in, now.ᐣ society these days . . .

yeah you could say that

sebastian… my eyes are up here…

//

i almost said something that would probably be mildly tonally inappropriate

. . .

// to be fair uth is most people’s first wall

. . . I died a lot, though.

a lot.

you’re giving me far too much credit . . . ૮( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)ა

// HEY BABY!!!!! 🗣️/ref

hrmmrm . . . bleh. that’s ‘cause you know I’m especially ticklish there, though . . .

( she grumbles something inaudibly, features scrunching into something vaguely resembling a frustrated (defeated.ᐣ) pout —— it is, again, horribly juxtaposed by the fact that now she’s practically nestling into his clavicle like a sleepy kitten. )

( PLINK. EYES OPEN WIDE. )

. . . sorry, a . . . ᵍᵒᵃᵗ . . . .ᐣ