he seems to notice that little spark of interest and files it back for later. the moment someone seems curious is the moment things go off the rails, if we’re to be honest here. he thrives with a crowd. who knows how much of that has to do with his little complex.
❝Right, then. In fact, there is. Right in the kitchen on the counter as soon as you walk in. I have Rosemary to thank for that.❞
he gives a wave of his hand as if to show that she’s free to make herself at home. he supposes he’ll see what she has to offer.
❝And which one are you.❞
Celeste was an excitable creature to say the least.
Following the other’s instructions, the petite brunette wandered into the kitchen to retrieve the cookies in question. She had a penchant, or rather an addiction to sweets and treats.
What she was was born of people thinking, it was spawned of inspiration – she was an amalgamation of various concepts that led to something bright and colorful. And on occasion it could result in something darkly beautiful, though that was definitely something that was subject to one’s personal views. A bloody mess was not lovely and creative to all, but it could be seen as such by some.
❝— mm, thank you,❞
her voice was muffled as she ate before she stepped back out and answered Gale’s question.
❝Celeste, or uh… – Creativity!❞