clara ;
heavy eyes train on the image of the girl who stands just merely
a few metres away. her silhouette hangs over him as he sits on a
chair and he’s carefully picking out little bits about her - things he
needs. he’ll get to know her like this first.
❝ hello again, miss clara, it has been so very long. ❞
her name is said with a cool HISS that’s much like that of winter
wind. he doesn’t show love for the girl, only words that are seen
as endearing caring, even.