@scorpionisms * pale hands turn knuckle white grip, shallow breaths coming quicker than necessary ; icy depths wide as he stared at himself in what he could barely recognize as a mirror ; water splashing against red cheeks the sound deafening to sensitive ears . He knows he needs to calm down ; leather jacket already discarded for mesh grunge shirt , safety pins glittering against pale honeyed skin from where they held his shirt together in stylized fashion ; high waisted leather pants clinging to curvy muscular body before thick platforms carried him back towards his impromptu date. Before he even began to speak he realized he really didn’t want this to end . But he was far to emotional and tipsy to continue this before it became too intense , or took a turn for the worst * hey uh I just realized I need to get home , feed my animals .