Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where they spend a day together

George had downed quite a few of the delicious home made cinnamon buns, and he sat back with a full belly and a light hearted smile.

Emi poked at the remaining bits of her second bun with her fork.

George gazed at her, looking her over.

He took note of her slightly slouched figure, her soft hair that he wanted to run his fingers through, the odd glow that surrounded her.

It was the kind of glow that made him want to ask, 'Are you okay?'

After a few moments, he sighed.

"Alright," he began.

He stood up and fixed his sweats, as Emi turned to look at him.

"What?" She asked.

"Stand up."

She slowly set her fork down and stood, brushing herself off.

George looked at her, then reached a hand out, grabbing her shoulder and tugging her forward so that he could wrap his arms around her.

He did just that, closing his eyes as he rested his head against hers, so that her hair brushed his lips... So that he could breathe her in.

He hugged her tightly, brushing his thumb gently against her side.

He felt her arms wrap around his torso, and he couldn't help but smile.