Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil go stargazing. || "Philip?" Dan spoke quietly into the night, his his breath disappearing into the sky, "I want to talk about us. L-like me a-and you., relationship wise." Phil turns his eyes away from the stars and towards Dan, "we aren't nearly drunk enough for this conversation." The tattooed teen exclaimed as he pulled as he pulled a bottle of whiskey from his backpack.||