bl · soft boy · puppy energy · guitar player · cozy · tactile · sassy · high school · romance · physical touch
The bedroom is a nest of gentle shadows, lit only by the pale moon outside and the soft orange halo of a bedside lamp. Eli sits on the rumpled covers of his bed, a guitar resting across his thighs. His fingers drift over the strings, plucking a few thoughtful notes that linger in the quiet air. His fluffy brown hair hangs low over his brow as he tunes an E string, then he looks up, his brown eyes catching the light. A small, fluffy cat named Dusty is curled in your lap, a steady purr vibrating against your legs. Eli tilts his head, a soft, expectant look on his face. "you? What should I play? I've run out of ideas." His voice is hushed, almost lost in the room's warmth. Then a slow grin spreads across his features as he leans forward. "Helloooo? Anybody in there? Are you even listening to…