Sky dug through the fridge, looking for something to eat, eventually pulling out some milk to make themself cereal.
"You need a bowl?" A voice behind them causes them to jump, nearly dropping the carton.
"Miles! Don't scare me like that, dude." They snicker, setting the milk down on the counter next to the two bowls Miles had set down.
He finally gets a good look at them once the fridge is closed, "you..." he trails off
"I... what?" They raise an eyebrow, pouring themself a bowl and beginning to eat, tossing the box to Miles.
"You have a..." he's still staring at it, taking in the clear black lines that ran across the skin on their arm, "...tattoo."
"Huh?" They turn to face him. "Oh! I guess you couldn't really see it before." They ran their hand across it. "I don't usually wear tank-tops." They shrug.
"You should," he mutters.
"Should...?" They question, oblivious.
"You should wear them more often." He admits, finally snapping out of his daze.
They grin, "Aww, thanks, Miles!"
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Comfort (A Random Oneshot Book)
RomanceA book of Oneshots based on an RP me and a group of my friends started during quarantine. And yes, I know some of these characters are OOC, but I wrote all of these for fun, and I'm not really trying to be too accurate. And yes, there may be a typo...
