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❛ i told you - if i ever get into a lake, i’m definitely drowning. boat or not. ❜ even as she says this, there’s still a slight smile to her lips, curving gently across her face. ❛ how about baby-steps? like - a pool. ❜
@fromcamp / starter call !
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❛ oh! ❜
a startled gasp leaves her, chest rising fast when she inhales. on instinct, she jerks back, wide-eyed and it takes a second or two to regain her composure. when she does, however, her hand reaches over fast and swats at his shoulder. the exasperated look upon her face is easy to read, eyebrows furrowing briefly.
❛ you scared me! ❜ clare admonishes. ❛ why’re you even hiding? ❜
@fromcamp / non-verbal starters !
@fromcamp liked a S.C. Thing
“Hey, Donati, right?” He lifted a hand to wave the boy over to their couch with a grin. “Come sit, if you don’t have better propositions awaiting.” He offered with a laugh. He’d seen the boy around, knew he was new- in that way you vaguely knew everything about kids in school- but hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to him yet. Heard he was a swimmer- that school grapevine doin’ it’s job yet again- and while swimming wasn’t really Peter’s thing, he generally liked other athletes and was curious about the new addition to the school.
KENNY / @fromcamp
losing touch with a best friend ? difficult, heart-wrenching. this occurrence being due to a sudden thousand mile gap between them ? traumatic. the pain eased over the years since fifth grade, with fond memories now faint and distant. drudged up fresh, however, with the startling of a rattled heart at the display name on his screen. a calloused thumb pressed a divot into the glaring phone screen with a rush, head dizzying. was it even the same dude ? hard to tell, lack of buck-teeth reeking of childhood kept peter on the fence. he’d left a follow request regardless, with hope that, if it had been his childhood bud, he’d get a message of some sort in return.
