“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Lyric gushed, enamoured by the idea of a cooking grandmother who made fancy and delicious family meals. Her own family was small, and Nocturne did most of the cooking, though Lyric also knew how and helped out upon occasion, when she wasn’t busy with homework or dancing practice. “I hear grandmothers make all the best meals,” she grinned. She had no firsthand knowledge on that fact, since she had never met her mother’s parents, and her Papa’s were too busy with their Guardian duties. Not that Lyric could say all of that to her new friend.
“Really?” Lyric asked, curious but not bold enough to ask for more information as she hugged his arm again. “I’m glad you’re doing better, then!” He didn’t seem sick, a little wide eyed and overwhelmed, but if he’d been sick a lot as a kid that certainly explained why he wouldn’t have come into the city even if he didn’t live all that close. Everyone seemed to drop by for some reason or another! She was curious about what had ailed him, but it wasn’t her place to ask, and she figured he wasn’t contagious if it was something that lasted his whole childhood.
When he slowed down, she did too, looking towards Starbucks and seeing Nocturne glaring at them both. She grinned impishly, but did unwind her arm from around his. “He’s a bit protective,” she said with a smile, “doesn’t like boys.” She giggled, amused, and fished out her phone. She sent a quick text to Nocturne while she grinned at him from beside her new friend; she made no effort to hide the screen; the contact was listed as Tigger: stop glaring. ur facell stick like that. she giggled, and turned her attention back to Chance when she saw Nocturne dig his own phone up. “Quick. What’s your number while he’s busy scowling at my text.” Her voice was a mock whisper, filled with naughty delight.
“Really?” Lyric asked, curious but not bold enough to ask for more information as she hugged his arm again. “I’m glad you’re doing better, then!” He didn’t seem sick, a little wide eyed and overwhelmed, but if he’d been sick a lot as a kid that certainly explained why he wouldn’t have come into the city even if he didn’t live all that close. Everyone seemed to drop by for some reason or another! She was curious about what had ailed him, but it wasn’t her place to ask, and she figured he wasn’t contagious if it was something that lasted his whole childhood.
When he slowed down, she did too, looking towards Starbucks and seeing Nocturne glaring at them both. She grinned impishly, but did unwind her arm from around his. “He’s a bit protective,” she said with a smile, “doesn’t like boys.” She giggled, amused, and fished out her phone. She sent a quick text to Nocturne while she grinned at him from beside her new friend; she made no effort to hide the screen; the contact was listed as Tigger: stop glaring. ur facell stick like that. she giggled, and turned her attention back to Chance when she saw Nocturne dig his own phone up. “Quick. What’s your number while he’s busy scowling at my text.” Her voice was a mock whisper, filled with naughty delight.
