Blame It On My Mood Swings, Baby

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-28-2014, 06:17 AM by Dayton.)

The boy remained optimistic even as his love pulled away from him. He watched with slight amusement as she stood, snapping out a warning for him not to touch her. Dayton could only laugh softly at her angry words as he, too, rose to his feet. It seemed as though his positivity was endless today. This was a good thing, because his positivity was his only weapon against this mood swing Misha was having. So he fought it through every smile and every sweet word, waiting for his angel to return.

"Still upset, my lady?" he crooned tenderly. "Can't you at least tell me why?" He stepped closer, that loving smile still on his face as he reached out carefully to touch his nose to her neck once more.

"Did I do something wrong?" Dayton knew, of course, that he had done nothing at all, but perhaps asking Misha this question would convince her to cheer up again. Maybe she would realize that he was innocent. Everything was fine. She had nothing to be angry about.

Walk."Talk."Think.

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