a loud belly laugh emits itself from his mouth as heath leans forward onto his haunches as if he’s about to reveal his deepest, darkest secret. “okay, but you cannot tell anyone.” his eyes sparkle with playfulness at the mere thought of the object tucked into the corner of his room. “you know cthulhu? lovecraftian cosmic monster, about yay high?” reaching a wobbly hand as far above his head as heath can reach, he can only hope he’s providing a good image of the creature before continuing, “well. right. how do i say this… my friend bought me a cthulhu sex pillow for my twenty-first. i don’t know why, i don’t know where from, although honestly? i’d love to because the mind behind that…” he whistles, “ i can’t bring myself to throw the thing out because it’s fucking hilarious, as much as i think anyone would run from my room if they saw it.”