#hellooooooooooooo

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I've seen the trident thing, so I drew the trident thing

Also, poseidon design!

along the shore

of jabberwock isle

mauve scarf flutters

as i exit the store

an overlord he says, it must be lies

the way he mutters

i know im in for more

i stick to him like a swarm of flies

i hesitate outside his door

all he can hear are my stutters

i buckle under his all seeing eyes

and melt onto the floor

Ah! How.. beautiful. Be happy, for the Supreme Overlord of Ice heavily commends you for poetic skill!

call me when you get a second - chapter four 🫧

never change me and you

Max raises her eyebrows at the two of them as they approach. “Ready, lovebirds?” She says, leaning back against the door so it opens, just a crack. It’s obvious that she knows what their answer is - she’s already practically forcing them out of the diner, for God’s sake - but they give her a nod anyway, lest she rip their heads off for not gracing her with an answer.

The evening air is heavy with late summer humidity, hanging over them like a tangible thing, and before Will pushes him away in an effort to stay cool, Mike leans over to whisper into the shell of his ear, “Wanna come over tonight?”

Will jerks away, cheeks bright pink, and Mike doesn’t think his question warrants that kind of reaction, but he supposes it may have been a bit out of the blue. Will looks at him for a moment - eyes bouncing just about everywhere on Mike’s face before settling, for just a split second, on his eyes - and then a shy smile grows on his face as he ducks his head down and away from Mike. It’s quiet, almost silent, so Mike can see more than hear the word okay on his lips.