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Maybe he was frowning. Maybe he wasn't. He leaves Astra by herself for two seconds in the sun room with her canvas, and he comes back to see that. It just a confused frown, trying to figure out what she could have possibly put on that canvas, but there it is, "What... what are you painting..? If you don't mind me asking." He places his hand on her shoulder, stooping down to her level to see from her view at the painting.
He was having a rather slow day. The young man caught in his panting clothes walking around his studio with a giant paintbrush. He was trying to paint the wall… Not just one color, but put his newest painting.. on the wall. His green eyes focused on the wall before he heard the door open, turning around, he saw the small girl he'd grown fond of enter the small studio. His lips tugged into a small smile as he watched Astra step forward, “Watch out, you don’t want to—” But he stopped, a foot already placed in a bucket of lime paint.
"--Hey, I should visit the dentist, because damn --You're super sweet."
♘ ; an inconsistent wavering of curiousness had squandered the mind of connor, a certain disinterest leaking from his eyes as he hadn't spotted a single human that he would make the slightest effort to move towards; though, conversation often brought an odd comfort to his mind, so, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy will only stare at the stranger next to him.
❝ the subtle territories of quietude bother me. earth is simply a wasteland -- i would like to live in the heart of the ocean. ❞
no but seriously. Hayley is the size of a pea I was 5 feet away from her, she was so small I kid you not
so cute
Forrest and Jared bc too lazy to switch accounts yo
Who is louder? I'd say Forrest because he's nearly always a bottom and Jared likes to try his hardest to make Forrest be loud. Though, if Forrest were giving Jared a blowjob he'd probably be pretty vocal because he knows how much it turns Forrest on and he's a tease. So, probably both.
Who is more experimental? I don't know about this one, but probably Jared?
Who takes more risks? Well, in terms of taking risks it would probably be Jared considering he was the one that suggested taking it all the way since at first they only did oral-- but non-sexually would be Forrest because he's the one who admitted to being in love with Jared when he had to have known Jared wasn't going to react well to that.
Do they fuck or make love? Jared sees it as them fucking because he doesn't want to love him therefore he won't treat him like he loves him when they're having sex. Forrest on the other hand might see it as love-making since he does love Jared but I'm not entirely sure.
Lights on or off? Whatever position the light switch was in.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Probably both.
Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Jared, but I doubt he would because he knows Forrest probably wouldn't be up for it since he'd probably get jealous if the other person touched Jared.
Has either stolen the other’s underwear? Jared has because when he runs out of clean clothes he tends to take things of Forrest's without permission.
Who comes first? I'd say Forrest because, even though Jared won't admit it, he tries to focus on Forrest more and get him to come first.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? They're both equally good at oral, and Forrest prefers it.
Who is more submissive? FORREST.
Who usually initiates things? Jared does.
Who is more sensitive? Both of them.
Who has the most patience? Forrest probably-- Jared isn't very patient.
Which kinks do they share? Well, Jared finds most kinks strange and they haven't really gotten into kinks so.
What kinks do they have that clash? ^^^^
children. eve & astra
Eve never went to a public high school, keep in mind. His private, completely secluded all boys Catholic school was very different than the one he was walking through currently. He still sort of looked like one of them, holding youthful traits in his features as a few of the girls eyed him down. But with the bag on his back, by his side, and one of those canvas carrying bags, they were able to put two and two together; he was a visitor.
It smelled of testosterone and puberty, causing the man to crinkle his nose multiple times before finding the art room.He never thought high schools were so huge. His school certainly wasn't this big. Knocking on the door frame, the head of curly hear popped in, a welcoming smirk tugging his features, "Uhm, hello...." His British drawl echoing in the room, nearly silencing all who were seated. The class of students already waiting looked at him, and Eve finally looked at the teacher, waiting to be invited in.
