#benji || threads

As Benji stepped into his friends room and took in the sight in front of him - of Crimson covered in his friends blood - his eyes went wide. But he didn’t bother standing there. He shook his head a little. “Shit” He huffed, dropping his gaze. “I didn’t see anything...” He muttered, backing out of the room quickly. It didn’t occur to him to try and stop whatever was going on. Because he didn’t really think that Crimson was capable of what he thought he had seen. As he backed out, he was just trying to convince himself that they were doing something super kinky that he didn’t even understand. 

the last thing that benji had anticipated, was for  lukas and grace to invite him over like this. he had been at a couple of the parties when the two of the them had been unable to keep their hands off of one another and he would’ve been crazy if he said that he hadn’t taken notice of her but he thought that, that was just part of the fun. he raised an eyebrow as he heard his friend then looked to grace, a smirk on his face as he looked over her. “yeah, feel free to show me.” he muttered.