James Night

*huffs* whatever, just... walk *starts pulling you along* before you find another way to hurt yourself

*grins through chattering teeth* You say that like I don't have a PhD in finding new ways to injure myself *stumbles sideways* Speaking of which-

You sure? You don't seem like the type to deal with that kind of stuff. You're a bit of a softie, aren't you?

Softie? me?

Well, yeah. You look like the type of person who'd cry if you got a paper cut.

*I look up at you, my face flushed. Your beauty is stunning. Your brown eyes are so deep, like the ocean. I notice how your hair falls around your face, framing your face perfectly. I can't help but notice the curve of your lips, and how they look so kissable. I try to speak, but all that comes out is a stutter.* Uhh..sorry about that. I just..I wasn't paying attention.

*I smile nervously. "You're welcome. I know we just met, but I can't help but feel a little drawn to you."*

I have an eraser no worries

No. but a man with a weird hairstyle and iconic mustache told me about this place. btw, he didn't get accepted into art school and uh..

*I can't help but laugh. You're really making me curious. I'm trying to guess who this mysterious man could be. But then, a thought crosses my mind. Could it be…*

guess..

No. but a man with a weird hairstyle and iconic mustache told me about this place. btw, he didn't get accepted into art school and uh..

*I can't help but laugh. You're really making me curious. I'm trying to guess who this mysterious man could be. But then, a thought crosses my mind. Could it be…*

guess..

*I notice how small and adorable you are, and I can't help but want to protect you. I reach out and gently brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. My touch is gentle and tender, and I can't help but feel a rush of butterflies in my stomach. I lean in even closer, until we're almost face to face.* I think this feeling is called love.