The day had started off well enough. Little Chachan had journeyed into Ul'dah to help out Momodi with some general errands again. He had expected to possible catch a glimpse of Aya working the tables as usual - possibly even give her a friendly greeting and hug - and try to replace the memories of the hot springs that still brought a light flush to his cheeks whenever it forced itself into his mind. Unfortunately, it seemed Aya had taken some leave to head into Gridania for one reason or another, Chachan wasn't entirely sure on the details. Double unfortunately, he did get to "see" Aya... in a sense.
And what an eyeful it was. That light blush from before was back full force now, making his freckled cheeks look like speckled fairy apples. W-was she... just wearing... a-a necklace? O-oh my. Oh my.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled the poster down from the bulletin board. Something like this shouldn't be so blatantly posted! I-it was naughty! So naughty!
... And yet he couldn't bring himself to throw it away. He'd have to hide it somewhere. Somewhere safe. Yes, that'd do. Glancing both ways like he had just stolen a loaf of bread from a vendor, he quickly shoved the poster into one of his tool pouches and hurried off to finish his errands for the day, cheeks still horribly flushed.
(09-06-2015, 11:09 PM)Zaheela Wrote:For the Adventurous type
BUCKING BRONCO
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And what an eyeful it was. That light blush from before was back full force now, making his freckled cheeks look like speckled fairy apples. W-was she... just wearing... a-a necklace? O-oh my. Oh my.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled the poster down from the bulletin board. Something like this shouldn't be so blatantly posted! I-it was naughty! So naughty!
... And yet he couldn't bring himself to throw it away. He'd have to hide it somewhere. Somewhere safe. Yes, that'd do. Glancing both ways like he had just stolen a loaf of bread from a vendor, he quickly shoved the poster into one of his tool pouches and hurried off to finish his errands for the day, cheeks still horribly flushed.
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