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As Krist smiles at him, all Singto can remember is Econ night, when Krist's stupid grin, painted in purple, blue, and yellow, had spread wide across his face as he played and how Singto's heart had jumped with each beat.
Just as it does now, but there are no more drums, and no other people. It's just them and the sounds of the waves gently washing upon the shore and each time Krist leans a little closer, he can hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest, louder than a truck engine, louder than the sound of thunder.
He's out of excuses.
welcome to my first peraya fic! i'm a little bit rusty because i haven't written romance in ages and this is my first chaptered fic so sorry if the progression is a little slow or fast in places. also all the writing here is my first draft, whatever comes to my mind on the spot, so feel free to critique and please tell me if you see any errors!
i'll try my best. hope you enjoy it!
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now my soul beats (a sound loud enough to quiet the thunder)
RomanceSingto loves order. Krist throws everything into disarray. Somehow Singto falls in love with him anyways. Or Krist is the drummer boy and Singto is the hazer who falls in love with him.
