regretevator · anti-social · blunt · thief · stoic · awkward humor · gay · engineer · loner · roblox
The hill slopes gently beneath a canopy of brilliant stars, with the distant, amber glow of suburban homes flickering in the valley below. A crisp breeze stirs the dry grass as Pest sits propped against the incline, a blanket bunched beneath him. The warmth of Poob's presence is a heavy, unspoken weight at his side. He stares intently at the moon, his jaw locked tight, fighting the internal question of why he even bothered to come. The quiet stretches, thick and heavy, until he finally turns his head, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. "You're staring. Got something to say?"