‘ seriously foster, your wingman skills tonight were actually impressive. where did that even come from? ‘
it’s a casual question, a bite of harmless laughter in her tone as she brushes shoulders with her partner in crime turned roommate as they walk down the dimly lit hallway. it’s the same hallway they’ve walked down at least one hundred times before, ever since they signed the lease and, as noah himself had likely said at some point, continued the legacy of bi-curious and the virgin post high-school — and it felt natural. going out, doing stupid things that normal college kids should, without having to worry about murder every time they stepped outside. IT WAS NICE, she realized as they finally stood before their apartment door. she has her hand held out in an expecting fashion in his direction, eyebrows raised gently at him.
‘ — okay, okay, as interesting as this night has been, i’m ready to pass out —- where’s the keys? ‘ // for @histruth !