Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
Persephone nodded. She wasn't sure if
Iko Vel
should have came with her to the Three Moon Festival now. He was having a good enough time, he seemed to be relatively happy but perhaps she was pushing too fast. In all reality, she should have maybe just taken Rue instead and made a girls evening out of the event.
"Do you wanna go back home? We can order the food and then I can have Thirty-Seven come an' get you."
She didn't want to push Iko. If he wasn't feeling like himself then he wasn't feeling like himself and there was no sense in trying to be happy for someone else. That wasn't right.
"Don't want you to hafta put a brave face on just for me."
By now they had reached the front where one ordered food. Two sausages on a stick, the sandwich, fries, and some type of fruity drink for the both of them. It looked really good, with chunks of fruit floating along the top.
"I do enjoy yous bein' here though."

"Do you wanna go back home? We can order the food and then I can have Thirty-Seven come an' get you."
She didn't want to push Iko. If he wasn't feeling like himself then he wasn't feeling like himself and there was no sense in trying to be happy for someone else. That wasn't right.
"Don't want you to hafta put a brave face on just for me."
By now they had reached the front where one ordered food. Two sausages on a stick, the sandwich, fries, and some type of fruity drink for the both of them. It looked really good, with chunks of fruit floating along the top.
"I do enjoy yous bein' here though."