hm, he’s thinking they should rustle up some fun— if she wants to, obviously. no pressure. nope.

he— in devils name, he didn’t think he’d get this far. how does one ‘have fun’ again? asking for a friend. surely they can find someone to terrorise, or maybe not. too mean.

opens his mouth, to say something really, you know, confident. “mhm, you’re right.” nice. nailed it. 10/10 for effort.

“yes—yes, we should definitely do that.” he forgot she can be soft. “please.”

he seems to fall into it, and whether she intended it or not, he’s taking her hand in his— albeit slowly, as not to make her jump. “where?”

Through it all, instagram photos were obviously still taken. We aren’t living in the Stone Age.

he’s sneaking into @VVITCHLING’s dorm. Yeah, he’s early. but excited. knock knock.

hi