1st 🍶₊˙⊹. ∙

*first milk cookie, she may not falter, soon has arrived up in the stairwell– her wings gloom in shine, eyes eyes with awe in the blushing clouds. she sticks out her hand into you.* "oh my.. you're injured, here.. hold my hand, I may hear your call." *such sly smile.. he genuinely chuckled softly; here to help* (𝑤𝑦𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑠!? 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑢 >:3..)