❭❭❱. 69, DUDES!

Bill brightened up, relieved his friend had liked  it. ‘That’s okay! I just made it … Well I made it  for you and you don’t have to make me anything okay?’

Even if the best to his childish knowledge  only girls wore bracelets. Unless you were  David Bowie, or Johnny Rotten or Freddy  Mercury. These things were apparently much more flexible when you were one of the hallowed gods of rock.

  “are you sure?" he takes another moment to admire the bracelet bill was too kind enough to give him, only feeling his smile evolve into an excitable grin. he channels that energy into a near tackle-hug for his friend. 

              plan. he only registers about half of what’s expected of him as once explained by ferris. brows don’t even furrow to express his confusion, which may add weight to the ‘is too dumb to understand’ notion, when in reality he’s only surprised.

     “oh,” there’s a nod that lets moppy hair of dark locks sway, causes the bangs to fall upon his eyes. he makes no indication he’ll brush it off to clear his vision, “no! i do not believe me ‘n bill have made his acquaintanceship yet.”

‘Trust me Ted, these speakers can most definitely be louder.’

starter call!