#* ft. roman

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🦷 the hottest guys in kaos.

lick- sihyun. part of me is inclined to say sam but it’d be a big reach, literally. maybe leo? is he into that? someone let me know, it’s for science

suck- florian. desole, mon amour. i know he’d turn red if he knew i said that but i’m just being honest.

bite- roman. i have a feeling he’d like it? a consented bite, of course. i’m not a monster

from this ask meme !

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@adcvis​ !

     ARLO AND ROMAN have a rather weird, unconventional track record. what was once a summer fling over a year ago has turned into this weird, comfortable friendship that consisted of platonic dates, seemingly boundary-less conversation, and a hint of i know what you like in bed or whatever. of course, the latter isn’t necessarily discussed or whatever but, like useless random facts that could come up in a game of jeopardy or something, arlo has the information tucked away. you know, if one of roman’s lovers is ever to approach him with such an inquiry. 

the pair are sitting at a bar in kaos, an outdoor bar that over looks the water. the weather’s quite nice and the sun is setting, so it’s starting to get a little chilly. he’s drinking, of course, a glass of red wine as he sits next to roman and watches oranges and yellows and pinks swirl into the sky and kiss the ocean horizon. it’s romantic, except it’s not. he’s also taking a stab at sketching, and he has a bunch of colored pencils in front of him as he’s frantically attempting to capture the moment on paper. “so...” he trails off, eyes shifting between the sky and the sketchbook in front of him. he quickly glances to roman, smirks, and looks away before continuing: “anyone on your radar lately?”

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@adcvis​ !

     DRINKING IN KAOS is kind of dangerous, mostly because every day feels like a holiday and there’s always a reason to celebrate. whether it’s a celebration of love, life, or just a nice evening, arlo loves the energy that seems to shake the whole island. it’s dangerous for him, because arlo looks for any reason to go out and have a good night of drinking. even more dangerous for him, because he occasionally lets himself get plastered with roman. the pair are good friends, having dated for a summer a while ago and since then, having been on-and-off but pretty casual all around. beyond all of that, arlo considers roman to be a good friend, someone he’s comfortable with. needless to say, he hasn’t slept with roman in some time but he’s thankful for the fact that their connection clearly didn’t depend on that.

but arlo is depending on roman currently, arm draped over the other’s shoulders as they stumble out of the beach bar at some ungodly hour of the night. like, to the point that the bartender is kicking them out because they’re closing, and arlo can’t see straight. he’s just humming, laughing to himself as he rests his head on roman’s shoulder. “i don’t know–” his words are slurred like a bunch of legato notes. “i don’t know why they’ve got to close.” his statement is confident and his voice sweet, delicate. he laughs and gives his shoulder a shrug. “like–” he blinks a few times and tries to turn back to look at the establishment from behind but he stumbles a bit. “i don’t know why they had to stop drinking.” he giggles. “i mean– i don’t know why they had to stop serving.”

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☎ roman ❥❥