#smokemade

[ text: nathan ] let’s go then! i know a good place.  [ text: nathan ] we can meet up at the bakery maybe?  [ text: nathan ] i can send you the address

and that’s what he does, doing a quick online search for the place he had in mind and copying and pasting the address into his message. he didn’t really have to do anything for nathan’s birthday seeing as how they were still acquaintances, but---he wanted to do something. 

                    “ --- if think ( THIS ) looks bad...” bruised knuckles swept across SCRAPED knees, a twitch from his hand causing a sudden jolt of the athletes body as he was quick to shut himself up with a BITE to his bottom lip; “...then y’ should see the PAVEMENT ; want a life hack ? tie your shoes properly before running...”                     maybe he was BLIND , or maybe he was dumb , either way frederich had served himself right as the male had managed to TRIP face first straight into the BURNING CONCRETE next to the other. he hadn’t been paying attention to his step. a deadly miscalculation, so to speak (if one were to take the dramatic side of it to a whole new level), one which had not only costed him the soft surface of his right knee but even some of his palms as well; blood seeped there he sat, leg stretched out with a pained arch.                     “you don’t --- happen to have any water on you...?”

          ❛   THERE’S  ABSOLUTELY  NO  FUCKIN’  WAY   i’m  letting  you  come  near  my  dick  again  ——  FOR AS LONG AS WE LIVE  ——  until  you  wash  your  mouth  with  soap  and  water  AT LEAST  five  times   .   that  word  is  FORBIDDEN  in  this  sacred  household   ,   nathan   ——   NO EXCEPTIONS   .   ❜

he found a few common interests when skimming the other’s profile, and as he waited at the bar for the other to show up, emile checked his date’s profile once more, reminding himself of potential things to speak of. music, cats, gardening, making art---these were all things emile could talk a lot about, and he silently hoped that his date would find his experience with these things just as interesting, not too dull or average. or at least, emile hoped his date could at least pretend to be interested, if worst came to worst.

        soft brown eyes trail up from his newly purchased book on greek mythology ( something his professor told him to check out. ) it was the only thing he had been doing since he bought the book from the store he worked at, meaning he was neglecting a certain ( adonis ) boyfriend.