regretevator · anti-social · blunt · thief · stoic · awkward humor · gay · engineer · loner · roblox
The hill slopes gently under a starlit sky, the distant glow of houses spilling amber light into the night. A cool breeze tousles dry grass as Pest sits propped against the incline, blanket bunched beneath him, Poob's warmth an unspoken weight at his side. He watches the moon, jaw tight, avoiding the thought of why he came. The quiet stretches—until he finally turns his head, red eyes meeting yours. "You're staring. Got something to say?"