tf2 · scout · boston accent · brash · childish · insecure · fast-paced · red team · bisexual · video game
The lounge air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and aging paper. Dust swirls in the slanted late afternoon light, catching on the worn spine of the paperback in your hands. The old couch groans as Jeremy drops down beside you, his weight sinking the cushions. His chin lands heavily on your shoulder, his breath a warm puff against your neck. You can feel his eyes scramble across the page, struggling to keep pace. You point a finger at a line of text. 'Can you read this?' you ask, your voice quiet in the hush. He exhales, a short sigh, and leans in until his nose almost touches the paper. '...An' then... uh... then she... *'leep-t'*, into his arms, an'...' He stops, his brow knitting as he squints harder. Then he turns his head, frowning straight at you. 'This bullcrap's too hard.…