SEND ME “SWEATER WEATHER” FOR YOURS SUDDENLY HIDING IN MY MUSE’S SWEATER. || STATUS: ACCEPTING
BAD INFLUENCE, they would say. absolutely awful role-model, his aunt would tell him. but should he have cared? a l i t t l e. what a shame would it be to pull his young companion from the righteous path of glory into the route of s i n &. pleasures. such a shame, what a p i t y. but was it he to told finn to skip school? of course not! that was his own m i s t a k e but, granted, lance could have told him to go straight back rather than suggest they head over somewhere else. the park, maybe, where the swings would be f r e e &. if he was nice enough, two or four soft-serves could be bought. but that would all depend on how well this went on, if he would get caught or not or in trouble. all the p o s s i b i l i t i e/ s !
❛ any reason you’re skipping school today? or did you just want to be a d e l i n q u e n t ? ❜
&. with his question did a drop of rain fall onto the tip of his n o s e -- quickly growing in strength until the sky should beat down with droplets that could only earn a snort from him. as if god or some other high &. m i g h t y being would reprimand them both -- the younger for skipping &. the older for not doing a damn thing about it. the i r o n y. before he could mention anything about it, before he could suggest they both go &. find s h e l t e r instead of standing their with their hands stapled to their a s s e s, did he feel the younger male squirm &. wriggle under his hoodie with head barely popped out through the neck hole. what else could he have done other than s n o r t &. raise a hand to ruffle the blonde’s hair.
❛ it’s just a bit of rain -- you’re supposed to get used to it on adventures, you know. c’mon, lets go find somewhere dry. ❜