#thread: solomon

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this is not my last masterpiece 🍏 salmon.

@bruisedcamo​ // solomon’s chest pounded with nerves as he knocked on sawyer’s door. their silence over the past few days seemed to echo through every moment. he hadn’t gone this long without speaking to sawyer in a while, and every minute of it seemed wrong. solomon’s breath caught tight in his throat knowing sawyer might not forgive him but hoping he would.

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text 🍏 open.

solomon: should i start a youtube channel

solomon: i want to start a youtube channel

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( @bruisedcamo ) Solomon thrived at parties. He was usually outgoing and loved droll chit chat, but throw in a little booze and weed, and well. He was on top of the world. It wasn’t like him, though, to be so distracted from the moment, eyes flicking glances to the door at every beat in the conversation. His friend even pointed it out, but he laughed it off. No, he wasn’t waiting for anyone special, just a friend! But the second that friend arrived, he rolled himself off the counter and made a beeline for him. “Sawyer, hey!”

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@bruisedcamo​ // solomon only made time to peel his work clothes off his body before he tucked himself into bed, covers up to his chin as he slowly brought his phone to his face. he texted sawyer to make sure he was still coming over, then started his aimless scroll until he heard him come in. at least, that was the plan. barely a moment passed before solomon knocked out, only coming to when he heard someone at his bedroom door.