There’s a pause, a dip in her shenanigans, a break from tossing back wine offered on platter by people she sympathized with more then the crowd she mingled with as she leaned back into his arms for affection, surely, but mostly for support, buzzed by the awkwardness she’d inflicted on the evening. “…I think I embarrassed you a little.”
i. This is a selective blog, meaning I only interact with mutuals. Please don’t be offended as it’s for the sake of my own sanity!
ii. I’m very, very busy! If I can’t get to the reply right away I promise I have a good reason and I promise you I’ll get to it.
v. I don’t typically do initial starters but I do have a tendency to make spontaneous starters if I feel like you’d be comfortable with me all up in your tag, so look out???