". . . You okay, Charlie?"

Squints in confusion. "You don't like- who doesn't like beds?"

"Ah." He winces at that, nodding. "I'm glad you can sleep comfortably on the ground, then! You deserve a good night's rest."

Her arms are bigger than his calves, what is this.

He'd rather not cry of embarrassment.

Ah, true. Rugby did him well. That's fair. Still, those arms are impressive.

Where's the lie?

Look... he wasn't much better. Honestly, he still isn't. Hence his current predicament.

That doesn't cOUNT-

To be fair, isn't she making out with Dacey? The messiest.

I mean, yeah. Wait. Did you guys talk yet?

Mmmmkay.

"I fucked my ex, Charlie is about to fuck the girl she ditched at a bar before they talk about any of it. We are: the messiest bis."

Of course I do!

I mean... you can try. Jk I'm sure you'll have more ammo tomorrow, because I am; the big dumb.

😤 Does going out for lunch with Elliot tomorrow count as dumb?

|| fat mood here too

❝I'm headed straight for the 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚; they wanna make me their 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣.❞ ( revamped oc, asoiaf rp, mv/ms/bi, (n)sfw, possible triggers, mature themes. ) ♡ & ↺ ?

Finger guns. Disaster bis are at it again.