popokki:

     ^{pale aventurine, irises that reflected the serene meadows during a washed-out morning, lifted to the female across the way. ❛❛Ya think so?❜❜ he canted his head leisurely, thinking nothing of it until it was mentioned. ❛❛What’re ya doin’ here?❜❜ there gave no clues as to why he had suddenly spoken gentle poetry.}

She gave a small shrug, her bangs falling into her eyes as she tilted her head. “Yeah.. It was really nice. You should do that more often.” Seki ran a han through her hair quietly, looking ahead. “And, I’m not too sure myself.. I’m just looking around.”