⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ sigh escapes his lips, rather disappointed that the stranger won't oblige to his 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. gaze falling towards the blade dancing along his digits — he halts, oculars once again meeting the other's. grinning, he offers the knife back. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ with a tilt of his head, he pressed his neck against the blade with just the right pressure to nick only the skin, causing a superficial bleed. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ with arched brows, he returns the gaze. „ if you still want to... proceed with whatever idea you may have, dare i suggest mixing the blood with actual lubricant. you still get the experience but find no discomfort with dried up gore. “ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ cautiously approaches, assessing the situation before stalking closer — slinging the injured person's arm around his shoulders. „ you good..? “ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ „ now why is rowan's face buried in someone's boobs... “ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ with a heavy sigh, he opens his arms. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ „ don't get used to it. one time pass only. “ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ oculars almost rolling in the back if his head, he tousled the female's hair. „ just enjoy it while you can. “ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ζαgrευs.⠀ : sits on [READER]'s balcony railings. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ turns his head towards the origin of the sound, tilting his head. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ „ you'd rather it be unstable? “ gaze lowers, slipping his hands into his pockets. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ „ you can always... ask to borrow them? “ oculars blinked in puzzlement — 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺? ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ „ mean what..? “ a confused gaze plagued his countenance, eyelids blinking once more — confused. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ light on his feet, inho manages to parkour up [READER]'s walls and up their balcony, perching himself atop the railings — legs swinging as he stares at the busy streets below. ⠀ ⠀