“Do I even want to know why your legs are tangled in Christmas lights —“ // : D

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ HE CAN FEEL his countenance heat as Lyon gauges his plight; perhaps this predicament isn’t as staggering as it should have been to his friend. How things escalated to this compromising quandary, he did not know. But Gray’s usual CLUMSY tendencies were likely deployed as an integral factor in this end result.
Seeking a source of STABILITY, he attempts to clutch at the nearby table’s edge; his line of vision scouring just across it. Glacial hues squint against a fleeting wave of disorientation before Gray persists to hoist himself to his feet, only to stumble upon his haunches once again
❛ … ❜

❛ SO ARE YA going t’help me out
or are ya gonna keep judging me? ❜