seen from Russia
seen from Russia
seen from Brazil
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from Georgia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
Some days are pretty shit. Like today, because he was late for class, he couldn't sleep properly because he was thinking about Jamie and how he doesn't know what they are, and because it rained on the way to school, leaving his hair wavy and a mess. (He didn't even bother to leave the school grounds for this cigarette, already too done with the world to care.)
"Right, so I've been thinking. And, like, I like you. Like, like like you. Capital L like you. Wanna call you my boyfriend like you. Wanna call you my boyfriend even when you let your hair do that thing that it did before, during that time that I didn't like because you weren't there like you." Drunk is what you could call him right now.
✍ (regrets very little)
Send me a Symbol
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
He's at the swimming pool. Not swimming. Logic~
He may or may not have 'accidentally' spilt something on his top so he'd have to go shirtless - a trick he learnt from a certain faux-blonde kid.
"Alrigh'?"
"Hye, Miles! Lookie what I got?" He bites his lip with a grin and holds up a mistletoe. "Y'know, ignoring it's still November."
—Huh? He looks up and his mildly confused expression softens into humour and vaguely concealed admiration.
“Fun fact about mistletoe,” he says, taking a step in closer with a wolf-like grin. “It’s name is derived from the Anglo-Saxon ‘mist’ or ‘mistel’ meaning dung, and ‘tan’ meaning twig. Mistletoe literally means ‘dung twig’. Still feeling romantic?”
●
Send me a ● if you want to hear something my character likes about you.
Great ass.
[ Great lips, great smile, great laugh, great dick… ]
