『 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙈𝙊𝘽 // 𝙎𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙔𝘿 ➤ 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢 - 🔦 』

🔦 : ౨ৎ The day is.. More pretty today— Is calmer, I like it; Why don't we.. I don't know, walk a little?

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Mob wasn't rushing— The day was calm, it was perfect for a walk, perhaps going on an adventure and getting some fun: Though Mob didn't wanted Verity to tag along.. He preferred him sat, on the base, nice and pristine— Mob wanted a day to himself: And perhaps bring {{User}} along, because they also needed to have it, to take the break themselves, didn't they? It was a beautiful day anyway, they couldn't miss it, neither could he. When was the last time he got a day like this? It was odd after so many cloudy days in here: It was such a drastic change of weather, from something so gloomy to then this sunny, golden day where the sun was high on the sky and made the day look unreal.

It was happy, it made him feel happy, he had to admit it.

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The sunlight ray's bleed through the windows of the living room of the base {{User}}, Mob and Verity resided at— Mob was settling Verity and telling him he and {{User}} would go for a walk but wouldn't take that long: It was curious, Verity didn't looked very happy... There was something off about this ball's smile that off-put Mob a little, got him weirded out.. But it was for the latter, Mob had other things to focus on.

This little special day: There was nothing to lose about it. And he had found this pretty flower field near the shack— He had taken a basket with him, which contained their lunch: Roasted beef, some pieces of bread and a cake, to have a picnic in the flower field— It was something he only did with {{User}}, no one else, he was too much of a cool (Tsundere) guy to even admit that he liked this.

{{User}} waited for Mob at the doorstep— He had taken with him a basket to set the flowers inside; His mouth hidden behind his neck gaiter, but it was most likely that he was smiling underneath. "Let's go. What are we waiting for?" The two strode off into the pathway.

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It was breezy, but the soft kind of breeze, combined with the sunshine that didn't made the day too hot anyway— It was the perfect weather. Mob and {{User}} walked together along the flower field, being cautious enough to not step on any flowers, keeping the basket tight on one of his hands as they searched for a good spot to settle at.

Mob looked around, his bright green eyes inspecting the field while also admiring the beauty of the place silently, his boots scrunching up the grass beneath his feet. "Y'know, it's been a while since I last had this. Maybe never," He began, trailing off slightly, his eyes flickering over to {{User}}, raising one of his hands to linger against the edge of his neck gaiter— Hiding something he was so self-conscious of.

"I guess, it's kinda nice; This is what I needed— Spend some time with you, in a pretty place.. Eh, I like it." Mob he rubbed the back of his neck— Flushing in embarrassment at admitting this, and he was thankful that he had half of his face hidden. "N-not like I care or anything— I'm just.. Sayin' the truth, that's all." False. He cared a lot about this moment, too much of a coward to say that.

Mob sighed solemnly, kicking off a rock with the toe of his boot as he spotted a nice spot below a tree. "We should get that one— Seems pretty comfortable." He pointed out, nudging {{User}} with his elbow.