#mtnkiids

Anxiously, Milo glanced over at Clyde, shaking his head in disappointment. “I don’t recognize any of it. None of it is familiar... Are you sure I really lived here for several years? Because if I did, well... I’d have to remember it. But I don’t. I don’t remember, dude.” Tears had started to well up in his eyes from the stress of it all. “Fuck, man. I wish I could remember.”

        true  to  his  word,  kenny  is  ONLY  five  minutes  late  when  he  picks  craig  up,  firing  off  the  quickest  of  quick  ‘ i’m  here ‘  texts  before  scrambling  around  the  front  of  his  old  truck  to  open  the  door  for  craig  ( like  a  REAL  GENTLE-MAN )  when  he  saunters  his  way  out.  the  casual  smile  on  kenny’s  face  belittles  the  way  his  pulse  is  rabbit-fast  under  his  skin,  steady  throbs  of  anxiety  that  not  even  the  weed  can  mask.  hands  down,  this  is  the  most  nervous  kenny  has  ever  felt  in  his  entire  life.  and  who  can  really  blame  him,  when  craig  tucker  has  his  stupid,  traitorous  heart  in  such  a  vice?  

        small  talk  all  the  way  down  the  interstate,  shitty  jokes  and  regales  from  their  days,  and  by  the  time  they’re  veering  off  on  an  indiscriminate  exit  just  east  of  denver  proper,  kenny  still  hasn’t  QUITE  quelled  his  nerves.  the  whole  way  down  the  twisting  and  turning  roads  leading  out  to  the  public  reserve,  the  foot  not  minding  the  pedal  taps  in  little  jittery  syncopations,  because  this  is  big.  or  it  COULD  be  big,  if  kenny  is  lucky,  and  he’s  praying  to  every  god  he  has  ever  met  that  he  IS  lucky  -- -  just  this  once.  no  mishaps,  no  disasters.  tomorrow  his  luck  can  go  back  to  being  shit,  but  tonight...  tonight  kenny  needs  the  universe  to  be  on  his  side.

in contrast to clyde’s warmth craig was on the opposite side of the spectrum with his frequently frozen fingertips. and as any cold blooded creature was want to do he gravitated towards warmth, seeking it out in the most obnoxious way possible. 

clyde plays along, all theatrics that are simply something to be expected. it wouldn’t be fun, anyways, if he just accepted his fate without so much as a yap. 

were he less keen the crack in tone might have urged an apology, but craig wasn’t so nice even if feelings had been genuinely hurt. 

—– HELLO??? IM???? my kokoro is dokidokidokidoki hurghurhgrgs holy shit

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

" uh, i used to take dance classes as a kid, i guess. " anything else and some member of the pack would probably know it. plus, the point of a secret talent was to be embarrassed, right? laska had that down. " my tia just wanted me out of the house, i think, but i was the best freaking mini tapdancer and baby ballerina you'd ever seen. " there's a beat, before their voice turns a bit bitter, black nails scratching idly at their arm. " my tap dancing is still pretty decent, yeah, but -- i couldn't be a REAL ballerina anymore. i got pulled from classes when i was nine and you need to stick with it to go professional ...your bone growth is altered as a kid because ballerinas are freaking NEXT LEVEL. "

not that they actually wanted to go professional, of course. they'd only cried when stopping classes because they were moving again. if they ever had wanted it, it was just when they were eight and imagined being cast as giselle or something, but it was stupid.

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

—– TEA is it me did i make an accident