[ adam pauses for a moment, and then glances down at the chalky candy in his palm, turning his head slightly to read the text stamped into it. in slightly wonky, partially rubbed out letters, it simply reads: FLIRT. if adam's had any experience with the candy - this particular batch, as he's already made it known that he doesn't like the conversation hearts in general - and its consequences, nothing in his expression seems to give as much away.
he looks up from the candy, uses his other hand to pick it up between his thumb and index and hold it so she might be able to see it better. with his voice quiet, but consistently a little rough, he reads it off for her, just in case. ]
Flirt, I believe. Some of the color has rubbed off.
covers timestamp? wtf happened here omg
he looks up from the candy, uses his other hand to pick it up between his thumb and index and hold it so she might be able to see it better. with his voice quiet, but consistently a little rough, he reads it off for her, just in case. ]
Flirt, I believe. Some of the color has rubbed off.