@Desvelarse pets
Yeah nodded, running a hand through his thick hair. “Mhm! Cuban, to be exact. Lived there most of my life,” he said. “Never met a French person before, that’s pretty cool.”
Yeah nodded, running a hand through his thick hair. “Mhm! Cuban, to be exact. Lived there most of my life,” he said. “Never met a French person before, that’s pretty cool.”
"We're pretty rare in America." her voice had an almost unrecognizable French lilt to it. Dove placed a hand on the wall, leaning towards it, "I met a lot of Hispanics, but never a Cuban. What's it like there?"
“Beautiful beaches, there are no tourists, obviously, so they are pollution free. Some areas are nice there, but most are in poverty,” Yeon said in a casual tone. Being a communist country, anyone who had money was forced to give it to the government. And if they didn’t, they were thrown into a prison.
"France is not as beautiful as most people say. There's so much smoke and tourists and its definitely not this amazing place. The countryside is beautiful though. And the very top of the Eiffel Tower. I climbed up there once." Dove closed her eyes, remembering the night sky filled with stars when she had climbed up the metal poles, determined to reach the top.
“Really? Never been, it sounds nice enough,” Yeon said, hands stuffed into his pockets.
Dove smiled, "It is, joli garçon."
Yeon arched a brow in question. “What’s that mean?” He asked with a grin.
Oh, no, Dove was not about to give that away. "Happy…boy..?" she dug her feet into the ground, smiling awkwardly. I am so freaking not smooth.
“Happy boy? Well, I am pretty happy I guess,” Yeon said, laughing vibrantly. “Hey, this seems like a bunch of musicians on this bus or something. What do you do?”
"I sing?" she seemed to be questioning herself. "I'm an alto. You know what that means, right?"
Yeon nodded his head. “Yeah, I do. That’s pretty cool too. I can’t sing to save my life,” he said with a laugh.
"I doubt it. Sing." Dove told him, "Sing 'Riptide'."
(I love that song oml)
(sigh)
(I love that song oml)
(me too)
“That is so not happening, chica,” Yeon said, chuckling. “Maybe once we are off this bus.”
"Chica? Now you have to tell me what that means." Dove smiled, taking her hands out of her pockets.
(@PuffPoff? Jay's turn, I think..)
And now she's going to interrogate you. Maybe even turn you in to the police. Jay smiled awkwardly at the girl. "Hey…"
(I responded)
@Opia
Simon pulled out his notebook and earbuds out of his bag. He decided he wanted to finish a poem he started earlier this week. Putting his earbuds in, he felt his anxiety wash away as he wrote in the drawing-filled notebook that contained a life's worth of thoughts. It will be over before you know it. He told himself.
“Another word that’s along the lines of ‘little girl’,” Yeon said with a smile, shrugging loosely.
"Okay then." Dove had a moment of inspiration and dug through her bag and found her hairbrush, "I'll sing instead."
(Oh lol sorry. hold on)
(I actually have to go now so…bye)
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