#drakelis

“If you wanna go from Soda Baby to Champagne Papi status, you really gotta step up on your game, man.” He always had his good share of unsolicited advice to give, specially for Drake. Most of the interactions Theo had with him were on the gym, but on those rare occasions he saw him out and about, well... The older man’s awkwardness was a constant, and the second hand embarrassment he felt when he saw him talking to women was too much. An intervention was needed. “We’re going through some crazy times, but this catastrophe and the idea of the world probably ending soon could work on your favor, “ he clasped his hands together, grinning smugly. “You want to find a soulmate or just some fun for the night?”

He’d been in this town long enough to know who meant trouble and who didn’t, but always ended up in the midst of it all anyhow. Drake Li came in the latter. The boy himself seemed perfectly... fine. Not overtly harmful. Bit of a blundering sort, truth be told. Victor had told Raya and Fawn multiple times that whenever they saw him coming, please Lord above move the fragile china. If only he could just... not have the urge to touch everything he saw. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jesus hissed through his teeth as the brown paper bag toppled from his hands in the same moment Flower tugged on her leash, which was looped around the same forearm balancing the bag. He was still sore from his recent fights, a mess of bruises and plaster on his split cheek, his bottom lip split and only just beginning to form a scab. Jesus was tough, but apparently he wasn’t “walk the dog while carrying groceries” tough, because Flower’s movement had aggravated enough of his soreness that now he was pretty sure his apples were bruised and his eggs toast.