brendon's ears are hurting, and the woman hasn't come back with more peanuts.
he turns to ryan and he's scratching his scruff awkwardly, his shirt riding up to show a small sliver of pale skin.
brendon's ears suddenly feel fine, and he's not that hungry anyways.
ryan looks at him curiously. "what?"
"um...nothing," he says, rubbing the back of his neck and turning his head toward his lap.
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thirteen hours ✧ ryden
Fanfichour one: "hi, i'm brendon." "i'm ryan." hour thirteen: "ry. you left a piece of paper on your seat." "keep it. it's for you." warning: ⚣ hi please stop reading this i hate it okay ily bye
