@qrffin— closed starter. ☁
the thing with noah’s disaster stories is that they always happen a little something like this: bright lights and loud noises distract his other inhibitions until he’s left little more than a giggling mess of limbs and a complete lack of coordination. this time is no different -- he’d been teasing griffin, which in turn led to play fighting, which in turn led to noah tripping over one of the carnival wires and gripping onto the other for anchorage, only for the complete opposite to happen. noah falls to the floor with all the grace of a drowning pelican, eyes wide and a stream of curses slipping from his lips, but it all smooths into laughter the second he takes note of the carnage griffin’s fall caused. namely, one whole popcorn container spilt across the floor, loose in both their hair and dislodged within the grass. noah thinks, not for the first time, that him and anything easily breakable do not go hand in hand. “ -- -- aw, bollocks. run on three? ”
