"It's okay, I like my sweaters stretched out." He says, smiling relaxing a bit more. He wanted to add 'especially if you're stretching them.' but he figured that would be too... straightforward, he didn't want scare Henry away.
"At least you had something planned, when I was little I wanted to see every bit of the world, at least North America. Even the oceans, I hear they're beautiful. Well, that's what people say anyway." He says, he didn't mean to turn the subject on himself, he really didn't, but he thought it was relevant to what they were talking about and he tended to talk more when he was comfortable with his environment, situation and or people he was around. He felt a small blush rise on his cheeks.
A part of him still wanted to travel around the country and bringing it up roused a vague sense of disappointment in himself for not even leaving the town that he grew up in. "Have you ever wanted to see the ocean? Or travel anywhere?" He asks, turning the topic back on Henry, partly to prevent himself from talking too much and mainly because he was interested in Henry and his opinions.
He could slowly sense himself developing a crush. His heartbeat quicken at the thought of having a crush on the prostitute. The other was very cute, despite being barely clothed, and rather interesting.
He decided to lay down by where Henry's knee would have been if Henry was sitting cross cross apple sauce instead of huddled up into his sweater. So that he could look up at Henry as he spoke. It would give him a good excuse to look at Henry as he shared his opinion.
He felt himself falling and falling hard for the other, completely unaware of course, of Henry's violent and rather murderous history.
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My Bloody Valentine
RomanceA role-play consisting of murder, death, and obviously psychotic lovers who go a murderous rampage, avoiding the police, FBI, all while blending in a silent rage. The people adore them. They adore each other. And no one can figure it out. Just how f...
