Jan 10, 2018
(@ofsundancing | starter call)
He’s good at the whole brooding thing, enough so that when he gets into a good sulk, it follows him everywhere. His head hangs, his shoulders hunched, and his hands squash uncomfortably in his old jean pockets, and anyone with common sense would have thrown them out months ago but fuck if their comfort level isn’t the only thing making him less frustrated now. It’s why he doesn’t notice his surroundings, the people in passing, and he promptly bumps hard into someone, stumbling back and just managing to catch his balance.
“Hey! Watch it!”
