Snow Miser | Munchy | Molly Hooper | T | Hey, you | Phantom | Mrs. Chris Evans | Brat Pack | Tristalen Orion was on his way to the kitchen. Black hoodie on. Black jeans on, the hoodie’s hood was pulled up over his head and his face was hidden somewhere in the depths, this was how he usually travelled around. A mysterious figure shrouded in black..
Though really he had gotten comfortable with it all. And liked the privacy it afforded him. He could be sobbing silent tears and no one would know. He wasn’t.. but he could be.
No, today he was deep in thought about his first kiss. It had come as a bit of a surprise, and while he was proud of himself for not knocking her over or being an awkward gangle creature, he was also.. sad? Or.. maybe.. thoughtful? He had convinced himself it didn’t mean any thing, so it should have just slipped away into the rivers of thoughts he didn’t deal with anymore..
But he couldn’t get the kiss or her out of his mind.
He rolled his eyes at himself. Of course. The first person besides Carsyn to be nice to him and he had to go fall for them. Why was he so soft inside? He was supposed to not care about anything.. but he did. Sadly
Maybe some tea would help? Or.. something? |