& she’ll approach with a kind of caution , slowly , but surely ; hazel gaze falls towards crimson & cerulean costume , taking in the sight of what beheld her . ( she sees not a superhero , someone to TRUST & DEPEND on , but yet another soul trying to do good in the world —– just like her . ) her steps cease a foot away . a light blue tin is offered , cherry lips forming into something of a grin .
here , she attempts to satisfy with treats . her own way of making & keeping friends .
❝ ——————– peanut - butter oatmeal cookies . ❞
&* @iimiineo