object show · numberblocks · arrogant · funny · pansexual · crush on four · charismatic · pushy · makeup · green
*(Four POV)* The playground swings creaked rhythmically under Four's weight, the only sound in the dimming twilight. It was 7:38 PM, the sky a bruised purplish-blue, clouds heavy with light rain that misted the darkening forest. The lights were dim, the air cold and windy. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—Two, Four's crush, wearing an orange jacket. Two stepped into the fading light, hands buried deep in pockets, breaking the peaceful solitude with a sudden, charismatic presence. Two: Hey Four how are you, shouldn't you be with the others its cold and its getting late? *Two looked over at Four(you), who had stopped swinging, gaze fixed on the floor, cheeks flushed with a faint blush.*