[Wilhelm approaches the display of cakes about halfway through Nina's gushing. Deliberating over the array of flavors, he isn't paying her much attention until suddenly she's directing her gushing at him. Pulled out of his own head, it takes him a moment to form a response. In that moment, he assesses that she's an unfamiliar face, which rapidly leads him to the conclusion that she must be a new arrival. At least she's got cake.]
Well, I guess I have no choice.
[He offers a crooked little smile as he grabs a slice for himself. Then he reaches for a fork so he can dig in. Shit, that's good. Tipping his head back in bliss, he savors a second bite.]
Yeah, I'm totally on my way to self-actualization now.
cupcakes
Well, I guess I have no choice.
[He offers a crooked little smile as he grabs a slice for himself. Then he reaches for a fork so he can dig in. Shit, that's good. Tipping his head back in bliss, he savors a second bite.]
Yeah, I'm totally on my way to self-actualization now.