mrs. mina rainstorm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢. ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

|| Following darling silhueta, I'm doing the same. I'm a copycat.

|| interact or else

|| I was si not ready for this

"yes but also, overly confidence at times only hides the lack of it." She observed. Not that she knew enough about the boy to know well. He was loud, which meant he craved attention. She stared at the side of his face and then squeezed his hand. "Look at me, Siri."

I'm the cutest. But you would have no luck there, not interested.

"Mmh, no, that's true. But some behaviours speak of other things." She shrugged, and reached for his hand. It wasn't bad, but it shouldn't be a reason to provoke him to anger. Words have the power you assign, she cares little. She just cared what he thinks of her.

Wait and find out. And I don't really need poison, do I? I heard rumours about someone being allergic. Funny, ain't it? Sometimes we just don't know what we eat, do we?

"he is working you up, it doesn't hurt me, it's pathetic if anything. You don't have to defend my honour either." She didn't because he cared little about his well being. But she did care.

Oh because you're so brave, aren't you? Not cowardice, darling. Hardly intend to answer for your demise.

She stared at him and brushed her fingers on his hair. "It's easy to say words when you know nothing. Don't give her the benefit of sparing her a thought.

I'm not sure his mother knowing your name is such a good thing. But you do you

....... watch yourself. You might find yourself accidentally poisoned.

I, what? ...why am I in this conversation? Do I even want to know what this is about?

Well, fck astrology.