#ft. chip.

ever since dewey had heard that the chip skylark was living on the island now, he had been trying to work up the courage to actually approach him. it wasn’t really normal for him to be so nervous about meeting someone, so worried about making the wrong impression, but he had looked up to him for quite a while. he carefully adjusted his tie before sliding up next to the singer at the food table, trying his best to sound casual. “have you tried any of this yet? is it any good?” he glanced over at him, hoping that his expression didn’t give him away. “do i know you you? you look really familiar.” @chippyskylark​