
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ.
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ.
@SinfulSpeedster
โ โ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐๐ค๐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฉ.


"Not a flex, i just know I'm pasty as shit." He shrugs, pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them. "Kimberly. Or kimmy, whichever you prefer."

"Honestly having my skin turn as red as my hair is worth it." He shrugs and stretches, before sitting up. "Soooo.. who are you?"

He grunts as he gets sunlight directly in his eyes, squeezing them shut and turning his head slightly as he covered them with his arm. "Mm.. no.. just feels nice.. that's all. You ever lay out in like.. a sunny field or something?"

"..then can you move out of the way? You're blocking the window." The redhead pointed, an unamused look on his face. "Taking up my sun soak time. These are peak hours, lady."

He's frowning- "Where the fuck did the sun go-" He's opening his eyes and sees the other, raising a brow. "Can i help you??"

โhey!โ he wouldnโt punch, but push, lightly, right on her arm too. โiโve thought about it. . . maybe sooner than you expect.โ

stretching his lips to the sides, showing his pressed together teeth. โlong, long story. kings of the damned is dead.โ

his brows jumped up, pleased with her reaction, causing him to let out a chuckle here and there. โiโm afraid that wonโt happen anytime soon, but thanks. i miss singing.โ

โknew youโd say that.โ his head would lower momentarily, returning to itโs original place, showing her a grin. โi sing, my brothers play drums and guitar in the band.โ

โhm, really?โ heโd cross one leg over the other, moving his feet up and down with a certain rhythm. โwhat do i remind you of?โ

โhopefully you donโt. . . pierce through me with your antlers.โ heโd squeeze her hand one last time, letting go of it as he matched the gesture, making his eyes turn red again.

โyeah, i get that often.โ extending his hand her way, fixing her eyes on her to test if she could handle his staring. โiโm atticus.โ

He's laying down in a sun spot. Do not disturb.

โi never claimed to be nice.โ he reached into his pocket, finding a lighter, holding it in his hand and playing with it, lightning it up and putting it out with his thumb, over and over again.

retreating to his side of the bench, heโs lift his hands up lazily, showing her his open palms as a sign of peace. โalright, alright. . . iโll stop.โ finishing off with a playful giggle, his shoulders rolled back, adopting a more laid back and relaxed posture.
