bxai:

“Uhh…” Who knows? Who cares? Bai recalls the times he acquired blemishes to hi the skin on the very same road –– memories date back to the tender age of 6 and his last scratch took place not even a month ago. Of course he dismisses the whole charade as useless fuss. He knows he’ll be fine, and desperately tries to convey this to the, surprisingly, worried girl he’s just met. His eyes soften. “I’ve fallen down, scraped myself, had cuts, on this same road a ridiculous amount of times… The amount of times I slip during winter is abysmal. Truly, I’m fine.” He bluffs, just to freak her out. “I’d invite you in for a cuppa but you look busy so…”

         As furter as his explanation contiunes, so diddoes her expression turn more wary. Of course, she’d been motherly ever since, and her ‘worst’ moments were around her members, so being aftraid of him being repulsed by her over-caring is  not a bother to her. Not at the moment. But she’s reassured, he seems to be confident, she shouldn’t argue. To the sound of coffee, a hum escapes her lips. Coffee has been one of her greatest loves, healthy or not – she couldn’t start a day without it. Hopefully her excited expression doesn’t turn her in – as she wants to accept the offer, but an idol, going home to drink a coffee with someone? Then again, it seems like he doesn’t even recognize her, he wouldn’t tell, would he?