#semesora

" Don't sneak up on me like that!!"

          “Way to just shit the most uncomfortable question you could ask someone who’s a part of my generation right into my unsuspecting mouth.” He slanted his lips only to curl the raised half into a disenchanted sneer. It was followed by an unforgiving eye roll and blatant sigh of reluctance. “I don’t know. In a year or two I’d like to have the credentials to have more of a say in the magazine I work for, but that’s the big one. The smaller, more realistic, goals I have in the brewery would be to remember to bring my camera with me more often, stuff a box of condoms into my glove compartment and figure out where the hell my convoluted love life is going. I’d really like to stop making pretty boys cry.”          He rolled his head to the side and pursed his lips. “Look — I’m twenty-one, and there isn’t much for me to overthink right now because I pointedly put myself in that position. Life’s so much better knowing I’m not facing the big reality so many of peers are right now. Like, this boy I’m pounding on the regular? He’s in art school, and I thank my falling stars I decided to skip that horrible step. Too stressful. Fuck that.” 

          His expression gave nothing short of utter fondness as he approached the lounging other. He should have known this would be where he would find him. Taking a break -- more like taking a nap. He had hoped Sora had not been asleep too long, or was expecting someone like Kairi to wake him up instead. No matter, he should have seen this coming. "Hey," he said, kicking a bit of sand on him to try and wake Sora up. "You just going to lay there all day? And here I thought you got out of that habit."

"Umm, can I help you with something?" He figured it best to be nice for the time being. If it didn't go over well at least his weapon was already out.

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