Gao
[sad jester jingle noises]
(Interactions:
Cello.
)
Amethyst suited being in the garden. She matched the scenery and it was just very her. Grayson watched as she fiddled around with a branch from the tree. He thought her kissing the branch was weird, but he didn't comment on it.
When she brought up his love of romance novels, his face went a faint pink. "..Don't mention that.." He mumbled as he sat down next to her, shyly picking at his fingers as he thought about a proper answer. And he had to think for a long time. Grayson didn't like a lot of things. He was picky. Most things he hated. He could go on for hours about what he disliked. Cautiously and with great hesitance he looked at her, before he pulled up a pant leg a little to show her what socks he was wearing. Blue socks, with images of cats wearing scarves. The only colour he was wearing today.
"I like socks." He finally answered, pulling his pant leg back down to hide them again. It was an embarrassing thing to enjoy, but Grayson now trusted Amethyst enough to share things like that. She was nice, almost too nice. "And bread." He added, before looking back at her.
"What things do you dislike?" Amethyst was always positive, excluding their incidents with the ghost. Grayson wanted to know what she hated, rather than the good things.
Amethyst suited being in the garden. She matched the scenery and it was just very her. Grayson watched as she fiddled around with a branch from the tree. He thought her kissing the branch was weird, but he didn't comment on it.
When she brought up his love of romance novels, his face went a faint pink. "..Don't mention that.." He mumbled as he sat down next to her, shyly picking at his fingers as he thought about a proper answer. And he had to think for a long time. Grayson didn't like a lot of things. He was picky. Most things he hated. He could go on for hours about what he disliked. Cautiously and with great hesitance he looked at her, before he pulled up a pant leg a little to show her what socks he was wearing. Blue socks, with images of cats wearing scarves. The only colour he was wearing today.
"I like socks." He finally answered, pulling his pant leg back down to hide them again. It was an embarrassing thing to enjoy, but Grayson now trusted Amethyst enough to share things like that. She was nice, almost too nice. "And bread." He added, before looking back at her.
"What things do you dislike?" Amethyst was always positive, excluding their incidents with the ghost. Grayson wanted to know what she hated, rather than the good things.