the sudden odd sound made the blonde shudder, his fingers gripping so hard onto his bag that his knuckles turned a brighter shade. he was freaked out, anxious, probably one bad move from being forced into a panic attack.
he had half a mind to call her, to figure out what was »
he'd been in the middle of unzipping the bag while waiting for the pinkette to show her face, answer him... anything that told him that he wasn't straight up intruding in an empty space. they'd shared text messages that morning while he was back in the city, sifting through his »
walking into the tattoo parlor with little more than his backpack, griffin had no clue daffodil was out and @luvbugge was the only one around— he didn't even know the guy existed.
talking about family wasn't on the mind of either friend.
❝hey, daffy!?❞ he calls out, setting »