(Idk but now that I’m working with him Zol seems like he is such an honorable character except he’s more like an adorable cinnamon roll.)
Zol sat still awkwardly. He wished he could think of something to say, but he could not. His mind was a mess of chaos that he desperately wished to control but every time he would try everything would go wildly out of focus. What was wrong with him? Breath. he told himself. Concentrate.
(I adore this cinnamon roll. honestly.))
Citra sat just as still as her companion, unsure of what to do. If she were being honest with herself, that had been the longest conversation she had ever had with a male outside of her family. Her sister had been the favorite, with her pure magic and staggering beauty. Citra frowned down at her hands. How does one….flirt? She shook the thought away. Zol had saved her life is all. He was a friend. Stupid, girl.