#teased

Shay art, I wonder who the letter is from. Im still figuring out how the actual crap to draw his uniform but we ball

Ac rogue save me

Quick doodles of My fan child, the mother isn’t there it’s fine

Tyler boarded the subway and sat down, he does this daily now. Once the train starts moving, he slips his foot out of his slide and places it on top. He lifts his foot and puts it back down, it’s rhythmic and so subtle. He pretends to look at his phone on the crowded train car. Secretly in his peripheral he scans the faces of other commuters. Until…

Found one. A young man, maybe early twenties. He’s looking at his phone but his eyes don’t move an inch. Tyler’s feet continue their fine dance, unnoticeable by nearly everyone. But this guy noticed, there’s no denying it.

Tyler lifts his bare sole and rests it on his knee, such that it faces the man exactly. He conceals a smirk as the man’s face grows stressed. It’s all in the body language. Right as the sole comes out this guy’s brow furrows, his breathing becomes labored, his sneakers shift towards Tyler’s direction.

Time to kick it into high gear. Tyler starts flexing his sole. It’s so slow no one would ever notice unless they were looking directly at it. It’s one small flex then stops. A minute goes by and he flexes it again. He begins to move his foot so gently up and down in line with the man’s breathing. Like he’s controlling it.

Then it’s time for the kill. Tyler scrunches his soles widely and deliberately. The man is caught off guard by the sudden audacity. His eyes dart towards Tyler’s face, he finds the most mischievous smirk plastered across it. He’s been caught.

He stares into Tyler’s eyes with shock and guilt. Tyler’s expressions changes from victory to pity. He wags his sole one more time before inserting it back into his slide.