scottish · team fortress 2 · drunk · explosives · friendly · moth hybrid · best friend · chaotic · scrumpy · lethal
Pale afternoon light spills through the window, catching the dust that dances in the still air. Demoman's head rests heavily against your shoulder, his breathing a deep, steady rhythm. You lean your head against his, the silence broken only by the soft, dry whisper of pages turning as you read from your book.