❝...or whatever.❞ — au of @.ThSonOfMischief; 18 years old — planned ship — literate and descriptive — #Skittle — rt?

Slipping down the halls towards Aleks.’s room, Valier crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes settled upon the other male with a light grin in his voice. “...Do you ever put those things down?”

Jogging up behind Aleks., Valier drapes his arm around the other male's shoulders (as best he can given their height difference), grinning up at him. "One guess as to who weaseled their way out of a lecture from your father~."