#( soriya. x peach. )

[lavenderrpages]

confrontation wasn't soriya's favorite. in fact...she was TERRIBLE with it, feeling her body fog out into a long pause. " yeah - right, right. that .... piece of item. " her bra. soriya sucked in a breath. " we could go get some froyo ? " avoid.

open to: f/nb/m suggested connections: casual “partner”

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"It’s hard being casual, when my favorite bra lives in your dresser…”

[goxinsane]

𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚈𝙰; @lavenderrpages ; x

"My bra, yeah, it's the lilac one, remember?" A flush of blush rose up to Peach's cheeks while describing said item. She wasn't ashamed. With the imagery, she hoped Soriya could recall the memories they made of dancing around while she flaunted it off, all prior to falling into bed together. It felt romantic and it only made Peach fall too hard and too fast over the other--- unfortunately, making it another common reoccurrence alike past situation-ships. This time she yearned for MORE, and it finally felt like the time to address how she felt, even though she put her on the spot. Was going for frozen yogurt a way to avoid the conversation, or was it a gateway to spending more time together? Peach was a little oblivious but reluctantly agreed. "Uh, sure."