@adhesive-king continued from (X):
On the occasional day off with no responsibilities at the forefront of his mind, Sero likes to take it easy. Finding a grass hill, that lays in the path of the sun, and a tree for shade if he ever needs it. And some company was always nice as well.
The teen pops one eye open, letting its gaze trail to the person next to him. He doesn’t move, hands still behind his head as he soaks up the sun, his feet in the grass, and his head laid on the blanket he had brought out.
His easy smile doesn’t leave his lips as a brow raises in question. “What kind of promises are you making, dude?”
🍭 Okashi froze for a moment, staring up at the sky. “I...” He chewed on his bottom lip. “I mean, I make all kinds of promises,” he deflected, shrugging and waving one hand in a vague circular motion.
He didn’t want to say something too forward or too...much. He didn’t want Sero to think he was weird (although it was entirely possible that he already thought that).
Why did he even say that out loud? He was being ridiculous, caught up daydreaming about the future.
“It’s just...you know, a hero-y thing, isn’t it? Keeping promises and such...” He turned his head away slightly to hide the blush blooming across his face.
