Puta.

In your dreams, maybe.

I dunno, man. You seemed pretty enthusiastic about it.

. . . This is fine.

. . . I feel like you're hanging with the wrong crowd, bud.

I'm pretty good with the ladies, but . . . I don't think that's normal.

Try not to sound too surprised. I'm good with just about anyone. Guys, gals, non-binary pals.

. . . My hair is black, that's close enough.

I don't think I wanna do that. My hair is fine as it is. Your hair's pretty nice too!

. . . Y'all are some fools.

[ 🎼 ] Oh wait I didn't actually finish shading this

. . . No. Do you wanna talk about it?

. . . You could always ask someone.

( H u f f . ) Would you like me to kiss you? That way, you can say you were kissed on pride month.

I'm being serious, man. If you want a kiss, I really don't mind.

( Don't mind him, leaning over to press a soft kiss on Toby's lips. It didn't last long, but hey — Toby didn't specify how long he wanted the kiss to be. )

( Derek's cheeks were definitely red. But he tried to play off any awkwardness he felt. ) Well— if you wanna do it again, I'm down for that.

SPANISH CURSING.

Wh—