♡ her mattress dipped under him as he dropped down onto it with lazy limbs and an even lazier bounce of springs beneath —— and his backpack was dragged with him. ( no, it wasn't uncommon for him to carry it with him when he came over. ) you never know when you need a stack of cds or fresh clothes. but it was a little bit heavier this time, and he's currently so awkward. so terribly fucking awkward and meek since he knocked on the door, and so uncharacteristic at this point in their... relationship?
but as he places the bag between his denim clad thighs to unzip, he's practically fist fighting internal demons as his teeth incessantly chew at the metal stud pierced through his lower lip. ( they never exactly agreed to make this about valentine's day, ) so what he begins to pull out to place on the bed beside him is of the norm. ❛❛ i checked out some ones i haven't seen yet, ❜❜ and how fucking rare is that ! he's not looking at @devilscheck when he tosses the movies down —— nor when he unpacks the pile of snacks to drop alongside them.
and then finally, something both dastardly pink and yet still somehow edgy, is freed from the confines —— a skelanimals plush. ( it's purposefully discarded just as easily toward the center of the bed, ) in a way that's meant to be nonchalant... and he thinks he succeeds. ❛❛ that thing reminded me of you. we should order pizza. ❜❜
