strange ways ┊ snowball fight (O)

[Torrin Latimer]

TORRIN LATIMER

✯ THINK I’LL DYE MY HAIR AND I’LL MOVE TO ALASKA!

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”Aw, c’mon, bubs.” Torrin was loping behind Gray, lagging a good few feet because Gray’s legs were simply so much longer than his own. It was hard to spend a lot of time away from him, with so many strangers or... People that were supposed to feel like old friends but instead felt like strangers. He jogged the last few paces, skirting to a stop and looking up at his partner. ”They were havin’ fun, didn’t ya hear? Just be more careful, okay?” He turner to the others with a sweet smile to contrast Grayson’s prickles. He giggled, winking at Gray. ”And babe? Once they hit you, they’re fair game. Revenge is the best option, after all, isn’t it?” Leave him to challenge Gray into having fun rather than just beg him to. Oh, no. Torrin had learned a thing or two in two years. Begging would work eventually... But this might be easier. ”Unless you don’t think you can hold your own... Worried I might have to patch you up?”

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✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. REF. BIO ✯

#psychosocial.