Me, just trying to make a SP profile: "Do you have a name?"
The new headmate I'm talking to, blowing smoke from their innerworld cigarette: "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy."
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Me, just trying to make a SP profile: "Do you have a name?"
The new headmate I'm talking to, blowing smoke from their innerworld cigarette: "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy."
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Straight Guys Are Back | Bit City
Fumbling this to the ground before Summer officially ends.
I’m on their desk, in front of the giant. They eclipse my entire field of view with the way they’re looming over me.
And they tell me to roll them a cigarette.
It takes a few minutes of fumbling with a paper the size of a blanket, wrestling leaves and filter in place. An exhausting task for me, something they can accomplish with far less time and effort, but all they do is watch. I can feel their eyes piercing me, like pins through a bug, the entire time.
Carrying the damn thing is a struggle. I’d drag it if I wasn’t so worried about ruining it and having to roll another. They lean down expectantly, lips parting ever so slightly. I have to perch at the very edge of the table before carefully placing the cigarette between their giant lips. I’m intimately close, their every exhale ruffles my hair back, and I can see the tiniest smirk form in the corner of their mouth. Stepping back, I try not to dwell on it.
They light the cig themselves, taking a long drag and blowing it out upwards. Smoke hangs in the air, the ceiling light shining through it like sunlight through clouds. The giant still eclipses everything else. They don’t say thank you.
Their only response is a small lift of the cigarette, a tiny salute of approval. I don’t like how my heart skips a beat. But as the smoke settles into the room and the exertion leaves my body, I do dwell on it. All of it.
The smirk, the salute, the cigarette.
The next day, they ask me to roll them a cigarette, instead of telling me to.
And I find myself saying yes.