blue.
who: @bluenolcn
where: mama + blue’s house
look, he knows he shouldn’t be sitting on the counter ― ❛ counters are for glasses, not for dirty asses, ❜ his mama would scold him for climbing up onto them as a child ― but she’s not home, and he’ll be damned if it ain’t the perfect spot to enjoy a slice of the banana bread he found hiding under a tin foil cover on her stove top when he was checking to see if she or blue were around. but he’s not up there more than five minutes when he hears keys in the door and he looks up, takes a second to register that someone’s home, and quickly leaps from the counter as if he‘s still just a boy afraid of being reprimanded by his mama. ( and so what if he is? ) he brushes away the crumbs that have fallen from his paper towel to the floor with his boot, kicking them under the counter and into oblivion and thinking about how she’d be even more pissed if she were to witness that. rhys lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding in the form of a laugh when he realizes it’s just his sister who’s come through the door, and he shakes his head, turning his attention back to the banana bread as he hops back up onto the counter. ❝ scared the hell outta me for a second there, ❞ he chuckles, ❝ thought you were ‘bout to be mama comin’ in here to get on me for messin’ up the kitchen. you try this yet? might just be ‘cause i skipped lunch, but this shit’s delicious. what’re you up to? ❞