likes cupids post

rolls back over. back to his show.

“the cards don’t lie.”

taking a break to run the fog machine.

. . . doin' very important things on his phone

deep inhale. type type type. a message to artemis. [Cupid is my roommate. help]. opens door again. slowly.

"i suddenly forgot all social skills--i didn't expect you to be there when i answered the door and my brain--stopped working."

"It-yeah--it would seem like that's the case." clearing his throat, cheeks flushed. "It'll be like--hanging out every day."

"no." deadpan. staring at cupid. finally cracks a smile. "kidding. of course you can."

he has all of his stuff 'carefully' thrown onto his bed. "So--uh. this is. . . cool?"

"Maybe you'll be able to help me stay on track then."

"Good, great actually! we had a fortune telling booth at the fair to make a little cash!"

A slow blink. staring at cupid. a pause, quickly turning to face the wall instead, blushing again. "I'll let you change, if you want--if that's what you were doing."

“yeah—take your time.” deep breaths, apollo. deep breaths.

texting Artemis Wand [guess what.]

“i’m afraid of birds.”