who: @ofkahns
where: parton festival, heart+sleeve booth
when: 11pm
He’d finished his official shift at the booth Heart + Sleeve had set up for Parton Fest, but hadn’t quite escaped the small, tented area just yet. It was probably his fault for falling still and leaving her unattended while he worked on entering a few of the appointments he’d scheduled onto his phone’s calendar. There was an official system back at the shop, but Theo wanted his own reminders on a few of the bigger pieces he’d need to sketch out before hand. The booth had stocked up on a few temporary tattoo pens, and as soon as he felt the tip of one hit the back of his left arm, a rare, empty bit of canvas, he’d frozen.
“Swear to god, Noa,” Theo said, although they both knew the threat came without venom, “If you draw a dick on me, I’m never carrying you home again, I don’t care if you lose your shoes.”
a groan follows suit as the SHUDDERING of the camera is made audible & noa’s gaze shifted upward. ❝ you better not fuckin’ post that. ❞ this certainly wasn’t one of her finest moments — crossed nearly out of her mind, and generally DISARRAYED after a day of enjoying the festivities. she’d certainly have hell to pay with the hangover she’d be suffering the morning after. ❝ what can i say ? i’m a woman of many talents. ❞ lips press into a cheshire grin, teeth sinking into cherry-chapsticked lips for a moment. ❝ depends on your DEFINITION of the word . . . ❞ noa started up, a cheeky look sprawling across her visage with brows raised on her forehead. ❝ are we talkin’ ‘sparking a joint backstage’ fun or ‘throwing up strawberry cheesecake funnel cake after too many bouts on the ferris wheel’ fun ? because if we’re talking about the former — i might have just the thing for you. ❞


















