Tag Archives: asks

hisses You smell like the kind of person who would set my hair on fire. Maybe. That’s cause. You are.

January 30, 2013 Panya

You came to me, not the other way ‘round, chiya. *raises eyebrows* Do you want me to do it again? It could be cool; if you hadn’t twitched so hard that night your hair wouldn’t have gotten burnt.

sniffs

January 30, 2013 Panya

*snickers* If you were expecting a Tony-esque reaction, you are doomed to failure, chiya.

doesn’t comment, leaning waaaayyy into your personal space and staring

January 30, 2013 Panya

*stares right back, then slooooooowly crosses eyes*

touches face

January 30, 2013 Panya

… Dafuqnon, is that you?

stares

January 30, 2013 Panya

Yeeeeesssss?

There’s a knock at the door and a piece of paper tucked into the door but no one there. The writing was Victor’s quick, half cursive scrawl and it read: ” ‘Ello Summer, Central Park looks nice this time of night and it’s not so crowded. Care to join me?” His phone number was scrawled in the lower right hand corner in case she wanted to contact him.

January 28, 2013 Panya

Summer read through the scribble and laughed to herself. It might be pretty, but it was also /cold/. She clicked open her phone and sent off a quick message, then added him to her contacts list.

[text] You know I don’t like cold. 😉