#valentin x charlee

[svftlove]

his taller frame leans casually against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. " come on, i'm a lot of things , but a liar isn't one of them. you don't need beauty sleep, " valentin points out, letting out a soft chuckle. he steps inside without a second thought, a relief sigh escaping him as long legs take him further into the space. " fine, anything you want. " the last thing he wanted was to deal with all these feelings by himself, had never been good at it and he wasn't gonna start now. " do you have anything to drink ? something strong preferably ? "

“ i’d be skeptical and figure out your ulterior motive, of course. “ head leans against the door frame as she studies him carefully, making him suffer by waiting a second more before she lets out a dramatic sigh and pulls open her door, allowing him room to come inside.  “ fine — but, you owe me one. “ 

[svftlove]

" well, what if i told you that you don't need it ? " a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, an amusement chuckle rumbling low in his chest. " come on, c. i had a terrible night, i need a pick me up from my best friend. "

open — anyone! okay to assume connection! muse — charlee berk / mid twenties / food critic

“ were you dropped on your head? i told you not tonight, i have a big meeting in the morning and i need my beauty sleep. “