( one of these days, he's going to hear too many nice words from anya and just pass out on the spot. it's just going to be too much for him and anya will be tasked with the heavy burden of dragging his listless body somewhere to recover. or, alternatively, just leave him to die on the street because clearly he would deserve it. with a face that's still bright red, he roughly turns away to look at a very interesting spot on the sidewalk.
while also receiving her hand. )
It's fine! It's fine. It'll get warmer if you hold onto me.
( he catches her before she escapes, locking their fingers together like the miserable wretch he is. )
no subject
while also receiving her hand. )
It's fine! It's fine. It'll get warmer if you hold onto me.
( he catches her before she escapes, locking their fingers together like the miserable wretch he is. )