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[ blitzø's not uncomfortable with his scars by any means - not anymore, anyway; when he was a teenager, when they were still fresh, he didn't like to look at them, hated catching people staring at his face, his hands - but it's still a little weird to hear someone call them pretty. it's not the first time it's happened, but it still gets him every time.

anyway. blitzø's easily distracted by the thought of... pretty things. on angel, in him. just angel by himself, because he's maybe the prettiest thing, opposite to blitzø in nearly every way, and there's something about that blitzø really, really likes. he tucks his fingers under the elastic of his boxer shorts, but leaves them right there, the tips of his fingers pinned under the waistband, palm pressed hot and low against his stomach. ]

got a rep 2 upholed

[ or whatever. he likes to fuck, that's really all he's saying. blitzø opens the last photo angel sent him again and absently traces the heart on his chest with his thumb, following the line at the bottom point down until the photo cuts off. ]

evn ur markigns r a teez u kno that ?