falsamilitis-blog ;   little thing tho u///v///u

Send “Little thing” and my character
will tell you something as a child.

         _{There were several things that she understood fairly well in the world that was so unknown to her. For one thing, suddenly approaching strange adults was generally frowned upon. For another, drawing on walls with her crayons was not appreciated in the least, along with trying to paint the walls of her room herself, and cutting her own hair was not a good thing, especially when she tried to do so with safety scissors. Most of all though, one thing in the world that she certainly understood was the fact that she wasn’t supposed to touch things that were not hers.}

         _{So she didn’t touch the motorcycle, per say, but she was definitely hovering. Hovering and staring with wide eyes at the machine that she had never seen before in her life that was so large and shiny and had handle bars and a seat and an engine. Several times small, hesitant hands reached out before she stopped herself, snatching them back and guiltily looking back towards the building. Touching other peoples’ things was not good and she would likely get in trouble if she did.}

         _{But the man who had driven in to deliver the package was still inside… there really wasn’t any harm in just a little touch, and before she could stop herself once more the tips of her fingers was touching the shiny black surface. It was warm from the light of the sun and she let her entire palm press against it and she took a step forwards that she probably shouldn’t have, but it was just so pretty and strange to her—}

                                    _{”You shouldn’t touch things that aren’t yours.”}

         _{Curiosity would, surely, be her end and she whirled around, hand pulling away from the vehicle so quickly it was as if she had been burned. Automatically she hid her hands behind her back, as if that would do her any good, and she smiled nervously, still feeling the slightest hint of fear at being caught, not that the man could see it because she was staring so intently at the ground. But, when she finally gathered up the courage to look up once more she was surprised by the lack of irritation or anger on his face, but instead it was perhaps passive, perhaps confused, and her eyebrows lifted and her head tipped to the side and her short hair brushed her cheeks.}

                  _{”S’rry…” was what she managed to whisper softly, shoulders still caved inwards as her foot scuffed against the ground and she resisted the urge to play with her short hair. How embarrassing, being caught when she had tried so hard not to give into such silly curiosities. ”I’ve never seen anything like it and—“ before she could finish her sentence a hand was falling upon her head and ruffled her hair gently and she stared up at the man with wide eyes, taking in his spiky blond hair and his not-angry face and the fact that he was taller than her and that scared her but he didn’t seem very mean. Or angry that she had touched his motorcycle without permission.}

                                                      _{”Y-Your hair is weird.”}

                                    _{—Oh, there were her thoughts spilling out of her mouth again.}

                                                               _{”I-I-In a good way!”}

         _{At that point she was just flustered, and he was laughing, she thought—whether that was a good thing or not she didn’t know.}