#zay.

“i painted this myself and it definitely shows,” zay says in reference to the painting that goes with his bob ross costume, tilting his head to inspect it. “those definitely do not look like happy trees. they’re miserable trees.”

“this is like, definitely broken for good, right?” zay says, more to himself, because he doesn’t actually realize ezra is sitting nearby. he’s referring to his laptop, which is ancient and huge and is now showing him the blue screen of death. “maybe kind of fixable? i’d hate to get a new one.”

“you know, i always wanted to learn how to surf but i never could afford the lessons at ocean city. plus we didn’t go often enough to maintain it,” zay says conversationally as he walks onto the beach, eager to go for a swim. “now i don’t really have an excuse, guess i just prefer swimming.”

“oh, i’m done with this bench if you need it!” zay offers as he’s slowing to a walk after his run, his backpack where he left it, not used to feeling comfortable just leaving his stuff on a bench while he runs a few laps. “just wanna catch my breath for a second.”

my brain said mix it up again bitch but rn me very flattered anyway🧍‍♀️<3

If I make an SN (finally) will you help me find someone worthy? Picky brats.