#( verse I ) / * giselle dumont .

[goldpetriichor]

lips pursing, giselle's legs swing back and forth where she sits perched on the barstool. @moedich3 is across from her, over on the sofa; the both of them cozy in her london flat this evening. it's the first time she and cedric have hung out without arlo as a buffer, and it's the first time giselle's had a friend over at her new place period, so she's a little bit…on edge. there's that, and also the fact that even now, months later, her sexuality is still   the  hot  topic   of discussion that every shitty social media outlet wants to dissect. not that cedric cares, necessarily, but she figures as a fellow queer person , he probably at least understands what she's dealing with right now. so, a languid sigh leaving her   LIP  -   GLOSSED  POUT   , she hops to her feet, shuffling over to sit next to cedric.   ❝ thank you. for coming over, i mean. i don't really know anyone in the area except for arlo, and…well, i really need a friend right now, ❞   she admits, the barest hint of her french accent lilting and soft.

she offers the man a gentle smile, pulling a pillow into her lap.   ❝ i know you and arlo 'ave been doing your movie nights so i understand if you're sick of films by now, ❞   she giggles, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table.   ❝ but if not, i figure we could order takeout and watch a movie? or a show if you'd prefer, ❞ though the tv would hopefully just be background noise, with giselle and cedric's voices permeating the flat in their conversation instead.