[ Oona's tumble synchronizes with the sharp gasp that rings through the room, via television speakers, and Adolf has to dodge to make sure that his cake doesn't go flying onto the floor— or worse, the couch (priorities). In retrospect, he could've sacrificed dessert to catch the mermaid in his room, but he didn't think she would react so violently. Isn't she the one that picked this movie to watch? Doesn't she have some sort of tolerance for the genre?
Those are practical things to think about, but they aren't the main concern. The main concern is that Oona's looking up at him from the floor, a patch of her forehead red from where she's made contact with carpet.
An exhale, and Adolf sets the cake down to crouch down next to the fallen figure, lanky limbs folded and one hand extended for Oona to take if she wants. Needs, more like. ]
This is my apartment.
[ Is the simple reminder, as he reaches to sweep mussed hair out of Oona's eyes. ]
no subject
Those are practical things to think about, but they aren't the main concern. The main concern is that Oona's looking up at him from the floor, a patch of her forehead red from where she's made contact with carpet.
An exhale, and Adolf sets the cake down to crouch down next to the fallen figure, lanky limbs folded and one hand extended for Oona to take if she wants. Needs, more like. ]
This is my apartment.
[ Is the simple reminder, as he reaches to sweep mussed hair out of Oona's eyes. ]