⟼ meet up

"He asked if I had time tomorrow or this weekend.. said I'd probably be available more around Friday and Saturday, shouldn't take too long,' he answered, smiling at the little bump of our noses, 'By help do you mean play music and talk while probably commenting on how I look like painting?' Raising a brow, he glanced over the dress once more and snorted, amused at the comparison in general. 'But you look presentable and ready for anything. I look like I'm ready to.. go home and not be in social interactions.' Flexing his hand under the fiddling, he glanced around, the question being raised and he didn't exactly have an answer. 'Well, since you're hellbound on food.. we could always go find somewhere to eat? Could pretty much each anything.'

"Is that so now? When are you gonna have to do that? Guess if I got time on my hands which is pretty difficult as we both know — I would be able to come over and keep you company or even help —" She mumbles under her breath, a little smile playing on her pair as her eyes twinkle when they meet your gaze and her head tips to the side curiously before bumping her nose against yours for a brief second, pulling back with a slow roll of her eyes at your statement. "You look well dressed though? Mine is merely casual and simply a dress please. You look rather fancy with your shirt and all." A small smile plays on her brims as she reaches out to fiddle around with your hand momentarily, a way of calming her nerves a bit. "What do you want to do today hm?"

letting out a deep sigh, his arm found a place around your shoulders, head tipping to look down to you with a soft chuckle. 'Always. It was, actually — wants me to help paint one of the newly emptied apartments.. no big deal.' He shrugged, bringing his free hand up to lightly tap your nose, a faint grin forming. 'Don't you look cute, didn't realize I should've gotten a little more dressed up.' Glancing down to the low rise jeans and white shirt, he shook his head, knowing his style seemed to change every week and the hobochic he'd been sporting was not something to compare to your own.

Finally seeing you as you approached and your cologne coming out to play all of the things just screamed well— you and she couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as she eyes the outfit you chose to wear and her head slumps against your shoulder with a contented sigh as she nuzzles into you a little and close her eyes, her lithe frame covered by a long, flowy dress to match the heat that's blaring down on both of us as her eyes flicker up to meet yours. A little crimson coating her orbs as a hint of a smile plays on her lips.

"Gee mister popular huh? Who was it this time again? Landowner?"

it takes a few extra minutes to get out of the apartment building due to running into the owner, who he of course, had to greet and speak to. feeling his phone vibrate, he offered an apologetic smile and speed walked out of the building, typing up a quick message.

╰⪼ on my way, i promise.

he was quick in his efforts to get to the center, thankful he lived close by and smiled toothily once he got through the door, spotting you with ease. he made his way over, sliding onto the couch and slumping by your side. 'sorry, got caught up in the hall.'

Walking over to the center that you said you'd meet her, she finds herself moving over to settle down on one of the comfortable couches presented for people to sit and chat as she tugs her phone out and shoot you another message.

-I'm here-