#thread: oakley

[sav-grey]

@oakley-prescott​

Sav was in her room, hiding away, when she heard a knock at the door. She waited for a moment to see if whoever it was knocked again - she wasn’t expecting anyone, and frankly, she wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, but a second, louder knock made it obvious that whoever it was was there for her. With a sigh, she crawled out of her bed, opening up the door to see Oakley. “Oh. Hey,” Sav greeted, a wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows with a bit of confusion. She liked Oakley and everything, but they weren’t exactly show-up-at-each-other’s-dorm-rooms unannounced close. “What’s up?” 

[sav-grey]

Text | Sav ⇆ Oakley

Sav: i feel like we should've planned some sort of end of summer/off to france party

Sav: somebody was majorly slacking

[maiacroft]

@oakley-prescott

After setting up a blanket along with the materials they brought to the park for them to spend the day painting by the Brooklyn Bridge, Maia sat down before the mini easel she had set up and glanced at the view before her. She didn’t usually paint, but it seemed like a nice activity to do with Oakley. “Are you going to paint the bridge?” She asked, even though it was the likely thing to do with the set up.