light kisses. | tatara x reader
Your mouth would run endlessly. From it would pour a list of concerns, and everything you held inside. It was a pleasant feeling, being able to vent to someone. He'd just stare though. You'd do the talking for him - plenty of it, at that. Once you ran out of complaints, you're tiredly murmur whatever else came to mind.
With an exhausted sigh, you flopped onto Tatara's lap. His vermillion hues stared down at you, showcasing none of his feelings. It was quite a contrast to you.
"--And that is why I hate forks. Seriously, screw forks." You'd always confuse him. A topic about forks - what nonsense. But you'd passionately ramble on for years to him about him. And you know what? He'd listen. His hand went to your hair, and he rustled it. Tatara may seem distant, but he appreciated the fact that you didn't mind it. The feeling of his hand relaxed into your strands of hair was rather nice too.
"Tatara..." You whined, almost childishly at that - you were begging for a bit of attention. Tatara's