where: san marcos piazza;; at the waters edge when: approximately 7:30pm benji x amand || @ofamand
Cryptic notes were far from Benji Quinn’s strong suit. Words in general tended to prove more of a struggle for him then not, although this was really hearsay. As far as Benji was concerned, he thought himself as an excellent communicator. Communication skills were neither here nor there in this instance of course - he wasn’t reaching out to Amand in this nature for anything other than sport. He’d slipped the note under his friends dorm door with a giggle, knowing he would only appreciate the effort in hindsight. He’d had fun crafting the note, clipping magazines Mina had discarded until he had the words he wanted.
🅼🅴🅴🆃 🅼🅴 🅰🆃 🆂🅰🅸🅽🆃 🅼🅰🆁🅺🆂 🅿🅸🆉🆉🅰,
🅰🆃 🆂🆄🅽🆂🅴🆃 ..... 🅾🆁 🅴🅻🆂🅴
Standing in the middle of church’s square Benji was still confused as to where pizza came into play. Sure, Italy seemed famous for the treat, but all he saw in the middle of the plaza was gorgeous architecture and tourist traps. However, it was the windiest place Benji had gone to yet with a phenomenal view he felt his old friend would appreciate. He greeted the archer with a quick twist and a “Ta-fucking-dah!” smirking as if he’d played the best of jokes. “Whatcha think? Did I trick you?” he reached out to high five his old classmate. “I’m sorry if I did bro, I was just screwing around. I’ve been kinda bored and thought you mighta been scratching your head too.”



















