time: 15:42 location: the beach availability: closed for @maevedjae
The beach offered solitude where Ogden did not. It was far enough to feel as if the world of Greer had been left behind for good, yet close enough to know his dormitory was within reach. Given, unsurprisingly, how Mitch wasn’t the most social of people - often preferring to hide away in a kitchen with a beer in possession. Still, he’d often consider this location to be one he visited frequently - but whether he’d confess this was a different story entirely. God forbid he could be so easily found. He sees red before his brain registers who the tresses belong to, his smile like a wire bending when he finally does. There was a lack of performance when it came to his well-put-together cousin. An understanding of how he could simply be himself. A better understanding that if she refuted this, he simply wouldn’t care. She’d have to tolerate him somehow - even beneath his most unbearable light. "Fancy seeing you here,” he greets, Cheshire-cat grin plastered across his features. “I thought you’d be off kicking puppies and making children cry.”
