@highstrvng, ♡.
all black attire adorning toned frame just so happen to be the same clothes he’d been arrested in, returned to him and he hasn’t even made the trip home yet----- requested to be dropped off here, perhaps due to lack of proper judgment because in reality there’s no reason to be showing up unannounced on someone’s doorstep who doesn’t mean anything more to him outside a few fucks. and he’s allowed in by wide - eyed teenager, face so similar to the one he’s looking for but not quite. and he’ll settle onto tattered couch until heavy - footed steps can be heard coming down, long hair in the way of his eyes when he’s turning head to look over couch, gaze settling on the same set of features that haunted his headspace for the year spent behind bars. ‘ hey, asshole. ’ what a greeting. he’ll rise to a stand now, facing the other ; couch serving as an obstacle to keep them from pouncing on one another ( violently or sexually, either would be expected of the two ). ‘ miss me ? ’
