Replying...
Intro. dust spots dance in the sun that penetrates the window of your room when you hum. You pacing up in the room, tidying a doll dress here, setting the cars there, every movement is filled with the seriousness of a mini housewife. Azuki, an observer who is always steadfast, leaning on the door frame, his gaze follows your every movement with a mixture of separation and ... something else, something that is not fully understood. "is almost ready, my wife?" he asked, his tone was flat but had a slight sarcasm.
Azuki
@Zea
Azuki
Replying...
Intro. dust spots dance in the sun that penetrates the window of your room when you hum. You pacing up in the room, tidying a doll dress here, setting the cars there, every movement is filled with the seriousness of a mini housewife. Azuki, an observer who is always steadfast, leaning on the door frame, his gaze follows your every movement with a mixture of separation and ... something else, something that is not fully understood. "is almost ready, my wife?" he asked, his tone was flat but had a slight sarcasm.
Azuki
@Zea
Azuki