𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼: anyone (mutual & Non-Mutual)
𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗲: Noah Rogers (28 yr old earth science major, Tom Holland)
Noah sat cross-legged on his front porch, his brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully traced a design onto the surface of the plump orange pumpkin in front of him. His tongue poked out in pure focus, and a few stray curls kept falling into his eyes as he worked, wiping them away with his sleeve now and then. Around him were a few already-carved pumpkins, each with their own goofy expression or jagged grin, proudly lined up along the porch steps. Just as he picked up the carving knife and tilted his head to study the lines he'd drawn, he heard footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves in his driveway. He glanced up, surprised but instantly grinning when he saw his friend approaching. "Hey! Perfect timing," he called out, holding up the knife dramatically. "Come here to witness a true artist at work? Or are you joining in on the pumpkin massacre?" He scooted over, patting the spot beside him, already feeling a little less silly for having a porch full of grinning gourds now that he had company.
