@hustlerr
there’s CURIOSITY in the crescent slant of his shoulders, laced up like tension, balanced precariously on the unsteady weight of one antsy leg. contemplation gathers at his nose in a sloppy seam, knotted there. he thumbs at the clear cleft of his chin, tongue flatted over his lip, & the breath almost purrs off his tongue: ❛ liam –— ❜
❛ what was that game you were playing ? on eos ? ❜









