“ richard. call me dick and i'll bite yours off with my teeth. ”
a snarky grin 、teeth grinding down into cigarette's filter while he leans against the taller. flicker of something malicious seeping into cold eyes. “ you 、pretty boy? ”
“selfish prick.”
he mutters quietly under his breath, glancing over at them from the corner of his eyes when as they rest their head against his shoulder. he catches a glimpse of the wide grin on their face.
“you got a name, sicko?”
“ money shmoney. if you're getting your dick wet off some rotting bitch 、i'm keeping the material for myself. ”
head propped against shoulder 、no sense of personal space as teeth bare in a wide grin. flashing this eager twinge.
“you're gonna distribute it on the dark web too? heard it makes good money.”
he suggests teasingly, clearly pleased with where the conversation has gone. truth be told, he's been following them for a while now— but they don't need to know that. not yet.
ryland grace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤa school science teacher.
ㅤㅤㅤNOT an astronaut.
ㅤㅤsavior of earth.
a headcanoned movie portrayal of a character from 'project hail mary'. fits into any verse. pansexual. multiship with chem. more info below.
bright eyes swallowed by pupils 、lips splaying into a grin as he leans back. other hand fishing cigarette from denim pockets 、slid between puckered brims and caught betwixt teeth.
“ i'd direct the fucking movie 、tall 、dark and creepy. ”
a blank look settles over his features at the tight grip of their arm around his shoulder. catching the familiar scent of tobacco on their breath.
“necrophilia... you look like you'd pay good money to watch.”
a small grin creeps onto his face before he can stop it.
pushing himself up 、dusting off jeans as he loops an arm around their shoulder. grip rather tight 、tobacco reeking breath inches from his face.
“ you look like you fuck corpses for a living 、sad boy. don't shove me. ”
oh. they're distracted. he thought they'd catch themselves before they had the chance to fall.
“you're distracted. that's how you get murdered.”
he shrugs nonchalantly, hands stuffed deep into his coat pockets.