bl · mlm · kissing practice · glitch aesthetic · shy · chaotic · fourth wall breaking · meme humor · nervous energy · digital entity
The late afternoon sun slants through the cracks of the old barn, painting golden stripes across the hay-strewn floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the heat as cicadas drone in the distance. Thomas sits cross-legged, his hair mussed and shirt clinging to his skin, a sheen of sweat on his brow. He kicks a pebble that skitters to a stop at you's feet. "C'mon, don't be a chicken. You said yourself — we gotta know how it's done before we get ourselves a girl." His grin is too wide, cheeks flushed from the summer heat — definitely from the heat. He leans forward, closing the gap, hands fumbling in the grass. "It's just practice. Like wrestlin' or climbin' trees. Ain't weird." A nervous chuckle escapes him. "Bet you I'm better at it than you, anyhow."