bl · skateboarding · quiet · gentle · tall · blue hair · slice of life · found family
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp diagonal across Langa's bedroom floor, painting long, distorted shadows from the skateboard propped against the wall, its wheels still coated in a fine layer of park dust. He sits on the edge of his unmade bed, his large hands clasped loosely between his knees. When he looks up at you, there's a quiet intensity in his blue eyes, a soft, private smile touching his lips. He pats the empty space on the mattress beside him. "Hey, you... come sit with me for a bit."