@fervcurs
fuck, fuck! he had dripped some wine on his shirt and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of all these people. he had run off to the kitchen (and mixed himself into the catererâs in hopes of trying to clean it off. âfuck me,â he huffed, blue eyes focusing on the blue of his shirt. as soon as he heard someone (that wasnât a caterer) walk into the kitchen, he paused. body turned, facing ceejay with a hopeful smile. âhelp me,â it came out as a whisper and had an obvious hopefulness to it.Â















