Surprisingly finding it far more harder than expected, the woman held her partner's arm for support as she strode with an awkward gait that garnered the attention of many around them, but as intimate as the couple seemed under that evening shine, the woman just wanted her man's support to even walk like that.
"I never knew that I would one day regret calling somebody as a company, for walking in these busy streets....." Thistle mumbled while walking in an awkward gait.
"Is that so"
Hearing Ken's bland response, "..... Well, whose fault do you think it is?" She questioned with a subtle pout.
"I wasn't the one who started it"
"T-that!"
"...."
".....Hmph" Huffing in disbelief, Thistle continued to guide him towards the Traven she brought her liquor from.
Minutes later, the couple stood at the end of the street while Thistle gazed at the Traven's open entrance that was blocked by a short double door that was installed at the height of their chests.
