#theo: threads.

[chaoscometh]

@hallowghoul​

Theo pointed but didn’t quite touch, always one to wait for even the unwritten prompt for permission, beforehand. “It’s in the hips.” A more enthusiastic gesture as he spoke louder, over the music that played in the background. “You really never learned to dance?” Asked with a sympathetic glance, and just a small hint of a grin curling at the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t understand it because even with his absentee parents, his abuela had made sure they all didn’t end up without rhythm.

[chaoscometh]

@everandevermcre​

An unfortunate combination of a classic dreamers syndrome and maybe a touch of absent mindedness was at fault for his lack of attention. Well, maybe it was that, and his excitement in finally getting the book that he’d wanted for no less than six months. Whatever it was, he collided almost directly into someone he didn’t recognize, at least at first, and promptly dropped everything in his hands as a result. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he also found himself right on his ass, too. “Shit, I’m sorry.” A slough of apologies, profuse and sincere, we’re following the initial one, before gesturing to the pile of books strewn across the sidewalk and himself, and promptly laughing at the pure ridiculousness of it all.

[chaoscometh]

@ofmcthman​

“It’s not real.” He was lying through his teeth but mostly because he hated the small signs of wealth that were still dripping from his wardrobe, heartbreaking reminders of parents that never loved him. The watch though, that was real Versace, and the heartbreak had come from a boy who engraved the poignant words on the back of it, the ones he’d hesitate to share. A finger tapped the glass of the time piece. “One thing I miss about New York, you really did get top tier knock offs from the trunk of some very nice man’s Honda Civic.” A more mischievous grin.