⠀⠀⠀ he kicks his feet where they hang now, just above his head. “Hey-ya, Jacey!” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ “You, duh!” toes point at him, then Harlz laughs. “What, can’t I drop by fer a visit?” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ “ Awe, well, that’s kinda sad, Jay. Guess I’ll have ta come by more often!” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ “Wha - wait, seriously? I was expecting to be called somethin’ mean n’ told ta get lost. But this is much better!” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ They adjust, getting themselves into a cross legged sitting position, then pats the spot across from them. “Ya wanna talk shit about’em to me? S’kinda my job ta listen.” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ “Then call it a passionate hobby,” he hums, smile bright and genuine — uncharacteristically kind, even. “Go on, go on! Talk to me.” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ A pause of consideration, albeit brief, and black stained lips curl into a smile that’s all coy. “I’d love* a drink, pretty birdy.” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ “Whatever’s cheapest n’ sweetest!” They take his hand, springing up and bouncing on their toes. “ / Or / somethin’ fancy- schmancy, since you’re payin’.” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ SHOVE * IT IN , R I P IT OUT , S͟I͟C͟K͟ BUBBLEGUM ! ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ happy national boyfriend day ta m e e e ! ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ this was so rude of you. ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ so everybody else ya ain’t special ! ( m’kiddin’ hold my hand please ) ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ resisting the urge to bite him they take his hand - ! ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ harlz is just gonna shuffle closer until they’re pressed shoulder to shoulder. he’s got a big’ol smile. ⠀⠀⠀

||; I actually don’t think there’s a single song by Pansy Division that doesn’t make me think of my Harlz 🥰

⠀⠀⠀ I Want Waffle Fries . ⠀⠀⠀

fuck clowneries

⠀⠀⠀ “you’re always in your head” bitch, there are little gay people in here that like me. ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ sorry for party rockin 🤧 ⠀⠀⠀