@juliivn.
CLOSED.
kit’s sprawled out on their floor-bound mattress at a diagonal -- though he hardly takes up much space despite his efforts. though it’s more than a little chilly, he’s only wearing one of julian’s pullovers; he’s trying to be tempting, okay? bare, slender legs bend at the knee and cross at the ankle where he’s swinging them in the air and he’s got a tattered little notebook propped open on one of their pillows. the chewed pen cap of cheap bic is pressed against the plush of his lower lip as he gazes down at the list before him. “ how soon do you think a flower shop could accommodate a bouquet order? ” he muses out loud with a flippant glance over his shoulder. “ because with the wedding being tomorrow i still want something to hold, y’know? it should be purple to match my ring but if that’s too picky, i’ll take whatever. ” a little pink tongue swipes over his lips thoughtfully. no, the wedding isn’t actually tomorrow but kit’s been persistent in his request for sooner ( ‘ now? ’ ) rather than later ( ‘ tomorrow then? ‘ ). his eagerness has actually prompted the list in the first place -- if he’s ready every day, surely one of them will be his wedding day?