‍ ‍‍ 𝐕𝙸𝙲𝚃͟𝙾͟𝚁͟𝙸𝙰.

a few blinks; a small head tilt. interesting. “ can you .ᐣ ” a genuine question, grinning silently. what a bold claim.

hello.

hmm.

brow furrowed as he pulled out a camera, blinking a few times. she blinks a few times, head shaking. she ( really ) wasn’t expecting guests. “ it’s dangerous. go do your photographs elsewhere… ”

expression softened slightly, hands clasped in front of her as she stared up at him. deadpan. as always. “ why are 𝒚𝒐𝒖 out here .ᐣ ” tori replied, brow raised curiously. she was well aware of the ‘wild life.’

she’s awake… and kind of blacked out last night.

a slight smirk, turning to look up at him. he should be a mix of both, she thinks. “ you could say that. ”

sensing his presence.. “ sneaking up on people is bad manners. ”

i’m back.

waves back. 👋

it wasn’t a bad feeling.

i’m not sure. but it wasn’t bad.

i suppose, yes. i don’t loathe your presence, and your heart drawings made me feel different.

you always will. although i’m glad to see you.

i knew i smelled wet dog.

good evening.