love, if it could be called that so prematurely, was a concept that was entirely foreign to her. sure, she could sing all the love songs she wanted, but none of them truly reflected how she felt.
if only there were a way for boothill to see through her, and that bundle of emotions and feelings —
if only there were a way for boothill to see through her, and that bundle of emotions and feelings —
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but he wouldn't care, would he? boothill was never known to follow traditions. eccentric, yet intriguing. he wasn't one to dwell over trivial matters like something being done properly.
before having the opportunity to react, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a sudden tug to her arm. a yelp escapes from her lips, and she stumbles after him.
"huh, wait— where are we going?!"