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You stood before the sink looking at your hands, admiring your work while slightly smiling to yourself. Your hands were oily, so you gave them a quick rinse with water and dried them off before closing the bottle of oil and placing it back on the shelf.
Stepping out of the bathroom, you waved your hand, signaling the wanderer to come over. "Cute, right?" You asked, showcasing the design by holding out your hands, and flipping them over to show your palms too. A traditional mandala design on both sides, the patterns on your fingers varying slightly. He stood up from your bed and walked towards you, standing before you examining the design with his arms crossed. "Hm, its nice."
A broad grin spread across your face. "Can I do yours?" He stared at you in confusion "..I guess?" Without hesitation you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to your bed, smile broadening, before plopping yourself onto it.
You placed a pillow on your lap and patted it, the wanderer reluctantly obliged, seating himself infront of you and placing his hand on the pillow.
Shifting closer, you took the cone that was beside you and began to carefully fill in a small circle in the middle of his palm. You gradually extended the design by adding small petals from the circle, with intricate patterns in each one. This tickled a lot more than the wanderer had expected, it was difficult to keep his hand still. "Stop squirming around so much" you said with a laugh, not looking up from his hand. He grunted and tried to distract himself, opting to look at your face instead. He only realised then how close you two were, and his face started to heat up a bit. He gulped and immediately looked down at his hand again. "Your hands are pretty" his face heated up even more at the comment, and he pretended he didn't hear you, seriously, how was he expected to respond to that?
After a few minutes, you had decorated his fingers with various patterns and designs. "Im almost finished" you spoke, breaking the awkward silence. He gave a small nod and waited, he felt like he was melting. After what felt like an eternity to him, you placed the cone to your side and cracked your fingers. "Do you like it?" You asked with a smile that made him look down again. "Mm, its pretty" He nodded, cringing to himself. Of all the times his voice could crack, why now? He lifted his hand from the pillow to get a closer
look at it, he did this very carefully as to not smudge the design.
"Oh, wait, I almost forgot!" You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand down to the pillow again, "What is it now?" His question answered itself when you picked up the cone again to write your name in one of the petals. The writing was tiny and unnoticeable at first glance, but he was watching you write it. If he had a heart, it would surely skip a beat just now. "What are you..?-"
"Am I not allowed to sign my art?" You replied, giggling and wiping the tip off with a tissue after writing it. He just gave an incoherent grumble and accepted defeat, looking down in his lap again.
You tilted his face up, leaning closer to plant a light kiss on his cheek, he jumped a bit at the sudden action and stared at you in flustered disbelief, his mouth opened to say something, but he couldn't get the words out. Such an adorable expression, you thought, you caressed his cheek as you stared at his face, his eyebrows raised slightly and his mouth agape, with cheeks painted a soft pink, you just couldn't resist. Leaning ever closer, you pulled him into a proper kiss, your hand still on his cheek as you did so. The wanderer felt strange, this was a feeling he never experienced prior to this very moment, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, he felt short of breath despite not needing it, he felt like putty in your hands, and he felt a strange sensation where his stomach was supposed to be. Maybe this is what "butterflies" felt like. He shut his eyes and shifted closer to you, basking in the moment.
To his dismay, you pulled away and brought him back down to earth. He just stared at you, breathing shakily. Before he could even process what just happened, you stood up from the bed "I'm going to go make tea, do you want some?" he didn't want you to leave, even though he knew you'd be back in a few minutes. But he also felt too embarrassed to ask you to stay, so he just nodded a yes and watched you leave the room. He fell back on your plush bed and lifted his hand to his face to look at your little 'signature', grumbling in frustration, you were *really* annoying.
yippee 🤠