#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ɴᴏᴡ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴀʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Sanderson 」

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A brow lifts when Sanderson sees a lot of purple passing him by. Turning, amethyst hues peer over signature shades to get a closer look at whoever it was. Gaze is slow to trail over their form, smirking slightly as he deems them worthy of his attention. "Well, hello there, pretty boy~ I think you dropped something." He then hands over a card with his number on it. "This what you're looking for?" ( Imma just put him in the trash now. :') - for Peri! ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 He's not nervous.

He's not.

... Even if he was, it doesn't do him any good to sit around stewing in the suffocation of waiting for his first assignment Which should be dropping any day now. Time won't speed up merely because he WILLS it to. Unfortunately, that's not under the jurisdiction of fairies. With how much red-tape must be contended with and all the prominent figures in charge of different aspects of the universe, it's a wonder anything gets done. But the way things work are not for Peri to question... Doesn't seem like it's for anyone to question. Even if Peri does have a few choice things he'd like to debate ask. But again– what does he know?

After all, he hasn't been around NEARLY as long as the others. Surely they've been through everything and figured out the proper way to navigate it all. Sordid as fairy roots may be— going from a predatory antagonistic relationship towards humans to a more... symbiotic one —things run far more amicably in the present. Disrupting that would be foolish. Better to be a chipper cog in the machine, an asset to those around him. One who can better UNDERSTAND it all. Grow numb to it all.

The sooner he has a godchild of his own, the sooner he'll know what the others do.

Until then, a brisk fly is the best he can do to settle ❛ non-existent ❜ nerves. Not paying attention to his surroundings, the petite fairy doesn't even register that he's passed by the other man aside from a slight veer in his course so they don't collide. It takes a moment for Peri to realize he's even being SPOKEN to, skidding to a halt mid-air with furrowed brow and a quizzical glance behind him. Internally buzzing with impatience at being stopped in the midst of his non-relaxing stroll, violet hues flit up and down the other's form. As if he can gauge what the other wants by look alone.

❝ Dropped something? ❞ Peri parrots, confusion only growing as the flirt flies completely over his head. He can hardly be blamed... He knows he's pretty. It's rather obvious, even amongst mythical standards, that Peri is a catch. He's been told as much throughout his life. Graduating from ❛ a cute kid ❜ to a ❛ dashing young man ❜ . Despite being an adult, he has yet to grow out of being his parents' ❛ beautiful baby boy ❜ . So being called pretty feels the same as being told he's purple; holding as much weight as it would were he cooed at by an overbearing relative.

Looking down at the offered card, a brow raises over half-lidded hues. Gaze flits from it to the stranger and then back down, before he dryly says, ❝ ... I didn't drop that. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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(( Tag Dump - Peri Fairywinkle-Cosma ))