• walks down the street were always lovely. the small boy skips happily, a smile on his face, his long, white cane in front of him, enjoying the slight breezes that tickled the tip of his nose, titillated his eyelashes, made his lips feel a little colder than they were anyway.
it wasn't too warm, neither was it too cold, at least. a nice 66 degrees fahrenheit, or even more better, even: 19 degrees celsius. approximately.
he could feel the placement of the sun... almost right above him, slightly to his front left, and if his judgement was correct it was coming up to mid-day.
he stops his strides for a moment, closing his eyes, inhaling sharply.
just as he assumed, he knew almost exactly where he was. in a few yards there would be a sharp, busy turn, down a street littered with small cafes.
but there was one tyler liked in particular, which was the one that gave off the strong scent of bergamot. it was perfect. it made him feel so relaxed... very spaced out, inside, and not near as many people, avoiding the crowds. also, they had a menu that he could read, one in braille.
it was just a place where he felt more human, to say, at least.
he sighs, beginning to walk again, but walking straight into an object.
he mentally yells at himself, he should've watched out. he should be good at this by now.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry." a voice says, tyler shaking his head dismissively. the voice was masculine. deep but soft, and slightly adenoidal.
and quite scared.
"n-no, it's not your fault. i should have checked where i was going-"
there was a quiet chuckle, but this time it was from a different person, he could tell by the higher pitched chuckle, probably gritted through teeth, from a voice so strong and well-used... not strained... almost like it had been taught or used to being used a lot. it was masculine, though.
"sorry about brendon, ignore him." the first voice returns, tyler tilting his head in the direction of the sounds source, biting his lip. "a-are you okay?"
the brunet nods again, laughing a little. "y-yeah, in fine. i promise. it happens all the time... y-you hardly touched me."
it went quiet for a moment, for a spilt second tyler wondering if the boys were even there at all anymore, but quickly disbands that thought by remembering that he hadn't heard any footsteps getting further away, and he could still practically feel the warm, comforting heat that radiated off what he assumed was the first voice, giving him solace.
"u-uh, right, okay." the conversation comes to an end, tyler beings to pace away, before he hears some jogging-walking style footsteps come towards him.
"hey!" it was the same voice from before, the small boy stopping in his tracks, hearing another pair approach. "i didn't get your name."
tyler shrugs. "i-i'm tyler." he says casually, feeling the other (quieter) warm figure walk towards him.
he could smell them...
one of them, the shortest, shorter than himself, had recently brushed his teeth and had neither drunk or eaten since, he had a heavy breathing pattern and long strides. his clothes were clean washed... in fact, he had rushed drying something he was wearing, burning it a little on what tyler assumed was an iron, leaving a slight burnt scent.
the other, however, used the same cologne as tyler did, and he was a lot more relaxed than his friend. he had hair jell on, and a lot of it. he had a light smell of gin leaking from his lips, but it seemed like something he usually drunk in smaller doses... he had an eye for top-brands.
both of the men had recently washed and cleaned their clothes, the pair had a mephitis of artificial perfumes.
which, to conclude, tyler assumes the pair were trying to impress each other in one way or another.
"n-nice name. i-i'm josh, by the way."
-his voice was so relaxing-
"i'll see you around, yeah?"
- he could listen to it all day long.
tyler nods one more time, his eyebrows knitting together. "y-yeah. and your friend."
"yes!" he hears brendon cheer quietly from a little more distance away than josh was, making the brunet giggle a little.
"yeah. o-okay. c'mon brendon, we've got to go." josh beams, and surely enough, they left.
tyler stands there, a small grin plants it's way across his face once again.
he hoped they were boyfriends.
