 26. Describe something your character can smell. Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
Mo had tried to divert his attention to things around him. He glance around for any presence of childhood photographs, for university diplomas, for any kind of displays to busy and save himself from an existential crisis. The letters were still in his hands and, while that would have been some form of distraction, he knew better than to skim through their contents again.
It was only until Amrita and Jasmine came back to join him that he placed the letters on top of the table closest to him. The aromatic scent of the tea quickly filled his nose—a mixture of cardamom, cinnamon, ginger, among other spices—instantly warming him on the inside. A reminder of home, with his nani, was quite enough to lessen his nerves. "Tea-nk you," Mo muttered as he accepted the cup of chai, unable to contain the pun. He'd rather not have what seemed to be a heavy conversation with such an awkward vibe hanging in the air. The pun on the mug did not go unnoticed too, which elicited the tiniest of smiles from the man.
Puns. He could live with those.
Mo did have all the questions, or questeans as Amrita had phrased it. The thing, though, was that he had no idea where to start. Unable to organize his mess of a headspace, he took a quick sip from his cup of tea. Probably a bad idea considering it was still rather hot, but he tried his best to keep a straight face. It wasn't the best straight face in the world of pretending to be fine. "What's...what's going on? The letters...?" His questions were all thanks to the letters. Mo was so used to having the answers. He felt he was internally ticking like a broken engine.
__________________ It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________
___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling... |