RPG - Anton & Sulli 3
It leaves him breathless for a moment.
“That’s a nifty spell.”
They were told to strictly keep the decorating to the living room, but Anton has been rather…quiet and withdrawn for the past few days, hardly even looking upon the bright lights and glittery objects with disdain whenever he comes downstairs.
Together they hang up the string of lights in the hallway, bugs casting tiny, beautiful lights on the walls and floor. “They’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “Merry Christmas, Ariya.”
“That’s a nifty spell.”
They were told to strictly keep the decorating to the living room, but Anton has been rather…quiet and withdrawn for the past few days, hardly even looking upon the bright lights and glittery objects with disdain whenever he comes downstairs.
Together they hang up the string of lights in the hallway, bugs casting tiny, beautiful lights on the walls and floor. “They’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “Merry Christmas, Ariya.”