UNKEMPT [boyxboy]

He calmly gives me a chapped smile, one side of it hitching its way up slightly higher than the other and holds out a slender hand.

"My name is Roan."

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Upon knowing each other for unlikely yet fortunate reasons, Blaise and Roan become friends.

For Roan, perhaps it's the way Blaise's hands shine with something gentle and warm, or the way his eyes flutter softly, but he's feeling more than just amity toward him.

For the other, a string of strange feelings are being brought by Roan, yet he can't help but be mesmerised by the diversity of those flecked eyes, or the sleekness by which this boy moves.

All in all, things turn into a wild unkempt mess and whether it be good or bad, depends upon Roan and Blaise.