12-22-2022, 12:15 PM
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Doxy
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Pretty sure Freddie had that summer time happiness even in the cold depths of winter.
Just sayin'.
The sugar quill in the blonde's hand was rather unremarkable as far as sugar quills were concerned. It was delicate and light, just as spun sugar ought to be. What made this sugar quill stand out amongst the others was the remarkable view it had of that very same blonde not-a-boy-not-yet-a-man's face turning a rather remarkable shade of pink and jolting in surprise quite violently. The pink was one that would would make the pygmy puff's jealous. The pink soon blended into a hot red color, much like the cinnamon sweets of which the sugar quill had once shared a shelf with, that was cover by the strappy and peachy colored hands of someone else. The quill could certainly not guess who they were (the quill did not even know the boy who was currently holding it - and had been holding him entirely too long, to the point that if it had not been a magical sweet it likely would have turned into a sticky mess). The boy whose eyes were covered certainly had a voice that sounded like a sticky mess as he stammered over sounds that may or may not have been words - it was only a sugar quill, after all.
A sugar quill that was now being lifted up and pressed against the back of the hand of the other not-a-boy-not-yet-a-man. Truly, how had it not melted yet? It was quite warm in here!
Freddie wondered if his hands perhaps missed the eyes and covered Atlas' mouth from what sounded like mumbling.. Or maybe he was eating something? That must be it since the warmth from one's mouth would've been easily recognized. Instead the knuckles of his hand started to feel a little brush that tickled him, "Close enough!" He laughed, lowering the hands to Atlas' hold shoulders briefly as support to pier his head around to see Atlas.
"I see you have the same thing on my mind," Freddie beamed lowering the hands back to his own sides. "The sugar rush, are you just getting the quills today? I was thinking on what to get first since I want to get a little of everything," Then he remembered what he was supposed to do which got him to feel red in the face, "I uh mean... how are you?" Looking at Atlas, there was something a little different about him that Freddie couldn't place. It hadn't been that long since they saw each other. He looked even nicer. Was this a part of growing into adulthood? He didn't want to think too long as his hands moved to his pockets while he lightly bounced off his heels in anticipation. |
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