HER HAIR, HER SMOKE, HER DREAMS.
“come on, it’s not
that hard. here, let
Juvia show you…”
reaching over to grab the needle and thread the male held, she shuffled closer - not enough to warrant commenting on, but enough for her to feel satisfied with her effort. having taken it from him, she sewed a few stitches to demonstrate the appropriate one to use, but comparing the ones he had done to her’s… she suddenly understood him. not that she wanted him to stop. it was a blessing for her, to be spending time with him like this.
“ah, unless you’re not
enjoying this… if so,
then don’t let Juvia
force you to continue.”