Replying...
Intro. Griffith runs a hand over the curls of her hair, her fingers tangling on the curls, but he untangles the strands delicately, carefully. He sighs, the words are missing, his eyes deviate - he is pretending, pretending, you are not who he wanted to have on his lap, you are not who he wants, you are just a distraction. The man looks at you with that affectionate look, but there is only one person in your mind: guts. And you know that. "um?" Griffith tilts your head to the side, with a small smile on your lips. "Is everything okay?"

Griffith

@Yume sano