★⸺ 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲

ice─touched, i feel comfort in indifference.

[ he walked next to him, following him right behind him as he shoved his hands inside his pockets. ]

is that supposed to sound cool?

"uh-huh, sure thing."

"Buddy? Now look who's gettin' friendly."

you are breaking my heart

"What? Theres a huge different in being mean and just being a bit socially incompetent ."

oh 😔

"I don't know. I don't actually think you're mean. Just stand off-ish. If you're trying to be mean you're doing a poor job of it."

but also cute?

"Hey, I was being nice. Im not nice to many people." He took no offence, actually he seemed way more amused by it all leaning more toward being jokey than serious.

He huffed an amused laugh before giving him a slight and playful nudge "Legend"

there’s a low chuckle , velvety despite the consequences of nicotine clear on its tone . the cigarette is returned with equal expertise , placed back on that mouth with upmost care . “ flattery will get you everywhere . how ‘bout a quick bite ? my treat . ”

blue eyes gain in size a bit, and stevie actually blushes. like he got caught with his hand in the treat jar or something. “huh? ... w-well maybe i was tryin' be a gentleman first, yeah? charm you up a lil... i got manners 'n all! partake in a lil flirty foreplay beforehand t'get

“ david . ” teeth glint under the moonlight , & the sea salt of the breeze seems to stick to the fabric of his coat . cigarette is removed for a few seconds , softly tugged from leo’s lips & placed on his own . “ how you likin’ santa carla ? ”

“ you do have a pretty face . can you blame me ? ” holding both hands in surrender , & before the other can light it , own lighter is produced , setting it ablaze . “ got a name ? ”

“why shouldn't i be? no shame in bein' sexually active! i like t'spread myself around, yeah. get a taste of everything. can't say i've ever been with a guy who used t'be a lady though... think my best mate 's datin' a guy like that.” for as nosy as stevie is, he hasn't bothered

“ something like that , yes . ” smile wolfish , hands tight behind his back . “ i know every single face ‘round here . i would remember yours . ”

“mm...” he thinks as he hides away his leftover cash and the tiny baggies, brows knitted. “yyyeah! yeah, i guess. he's got nice arms. think i gave the singer a blowie a few months ago. i give a lot of blokes blowies though, sometimes i forget who got what 'n all.”

Lead the way.