Jan 1
closed starter / @heath-morgan
"So... where is it?" there's a cheeky, acidic grin on his mouth as Sebastian rolls back onto his heels, then tiptoes, trying to peek over Heath's shoulder like an overexcited child, eager to unwrap their gifts on Christmas morning—his honed blue eyes searching for something, no—someone. "Come on... let me say hi! I'll be a perfect gentleman, scout's honor," he hasn't been a scout a day in his life. "I'm serious! I mean... I know Willa wasn't all too thrilled about me, but I'm sure it'll be a whole different thing with a big sister and all. Can we coordinate the piggyback rides? 'Cause I could use a break..."