Backdatin' like a bawss
Who: Giovanni, Voile
When: Backdated - October 5 // In response to this.
What: Giovanni wants to take Voile out somewhere. She. Honestly doesn't know how to feel about this. So colour her apprehensive. Politely apprehensive.
Where: ...Wherever Giovanni takes her, but they're starting out at the gates of the academy.
Warnings: Uh. Not here unless Giovanni goes nuts and murders something.
Someone had said that the word 'butterfly' took about one second to say. Somewhere in her thoughts, Voile had managed to distract herself by counting butterflies until Giovanni arrived. So far, she was up to one hundred thirteen. She didn't say he was late, didn't particularly care if he was. She'd simply needed something to occupy her time.
Her head was still up in the clouds elsewhere, especially when she thought about Sonny. They'd had their date only a few days before and she was still all kinds of a buzz over it. A good kind of buzz. The kind that made her all warm and fuzzy on the inside. It was an odd sensation to experience, but strangely delightful. She couldn't wait for a repeat, actually. She just didn't know how to say it.
So in a simple summer dress, she walked back and forth in thought as she waited. What was he up to anyway? What exactly was his angle?
When: Backdated - October 5 // In response to this.
What: Giovanni wants to take Voile out somewhere. She. Honestly doesn't know how to feel about this. So colour her apprehensive. Politely apprehensive.
Where: ...Wherever Giovanni takes her, but they're starting out at the gates of the academy.
Warnings: Uh. Not here unless Giovanni goes nuts and murders something.
Someone had said that the word 'butterfly' took about one second to say. Somewhere in her thoughts, Voile had managed to distract herself by counting butterflies until Giovanni arrived. So far, she was up to one hundred thirteen. She didn't say he was late, didn't particularly care if he was. She'd simply needed something to occupy her time.
Her head was still up in the clouds elsewhere, especially when she thought about Sonny. They'd had their date only a few days before and she was still all kinds of a buzz over it. A good kind of buzz. The kind that made her all warm and fuzzy on the inside. It was an odd sensation to experience, but strangely delightful. She couldn't wait for a repeat, actually. She just didn't know how to say it.
So in a simple summer dress, she walked back and forth in thought as she waited. What was he up to anyway? What exactly was his angle?
