Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

He didn't have to do it, and yet here he was. I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach and failed completely. Looking down while he worked, I let out a small laugh before I could stop myself. Keanu glanced up at me, raising a brow. I shook my head, still smiling faintly. "You carry a handkerchief." His mouth curved slightly. "It's useful." "People stopped carrying those decades ago." "Maybe I'm secretly a vampire." He replied dryly, but his eyes held a hint of amusement.

It is very wrong. Can't this stupid bus go any faster? I cursed from the inside. The wind from the window wasn't helping at all. I quickly reached for a handkerchief from my pocket and covered my nose. Finally, it helped. The handkerchief smelled like the sweet scent of softener, a laundry item my mom used to rinse our clothes.

He hissed in pain but didn't let go. I watched helplessly as the man in front of me placed one of his hands behind my head and slammed the handkerchief on my nose with the other. I held in my breath, knowing that if I took a whiff of the scent of the liquid on the handkerchief, it would be bad and I wouldn't be able to do anything. But again, what was I able to do now?

" We're meeting the Queen in a room full of royals and I don't plan on disappointing the ladies in crushed amour." Hikaru says as he checks the collar on his suit. He actually looks quite handsome in it like a Lord or something with that kind of puffy necktie. I don't really understand why humans tie a handkerchief on their neck and fold it into their vest. I mean the fancy stone under the collar I understand but the handkerchief part?... No clue! " Kids, still so hyper in the morning. "

She said and walked back to her post after stuffing the handkerchief in his hand. Kai was about to throw the handkerchief on the ground and stomp his feet on it. The corner of his eyes caught something peculiar. The edge of the handkerchief had a particular symbol of a flower between two vertical lines. The hands holding on to the handkerchief shook at an indescribable frequency. His lips parted in surprise. Bringing the handkerchief close to his nose, he inhaled deeply with his eyes closed. Yes, that's right. That scent is the scent of home.

More guys will arrive any minute. I'm panting and moving quickly in the dim boathouse. Looking for somewhere I can tend to my arm. I pull the carefully folded handkerchief from my front pocket and loosen my cufflinks. I tie the handkerchief around my forearm, using my teeth to tighten it, creating a protective barrier for my skin. The old injury looks severe, but it hasn't hurt me this way in some years. You can poke it, and there's no feeling at all.

shaking his head Kyle said as he bends down to open the small bottle of baby oil. He reached into his pocket and took out his handkerchief and poured oil on it. She wanted to stop him so that his handkerchief would not be wasted. "It's a good thing that grandma always insists on letting us bring a handkerchief. We don't really use it but we always have it in our pocket. It's good that it has a benefit now," he said with a smile, raising his face to her. She was a little taken aback when he brought his face too close to hers to rub oil on her hand that was stuck to her mouth. The heat of his breath on her cheek is making her blush.

She was wearing a black vest that she complimented with a dark blue jacket. I felt the pain in my head sting as she walked closer to me and used a handkerchief to cover my nose. My eyes became heavy soon after that. I tried getting a closer look at her face before my eyes gave up. But I couldn't, my eyes gave up. Haengbog

It felt like Ivan was kicking him out rather than seeing him out. "Of course, just one more thing." He reached for his pocket and took out a handkerchief. "Since yours is stained, allow me to at least return the favour." The crowd murmurs as he takes out his handkerchief and Ivan shouts his name. "It's okay. Just let me do this." He insists. Why did they give such a reaction from a handkerchief? "I heard he gives a handkerchief when he's interested in someone and takes it back the next day." I hear the people murmur. Does he carry around a handkerchief? What a strange guy.

I sighed a huge relief and fished out my handkerchief that I remembered putting in the back of my pocket this morning – assuming that it is still morning in the real world before I got sucked into this world. I folded the white handkerchief into a triangular shape and then folded it twice again in the same manner to cover the wound on my foot. I knew I should've disinfected the wound but at the state of where I landed, I don't think I'd find running water anytime soon. I'm literally in the middle of who knows where.