@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?”
