his heart stops, from shock? from embarrassment? from awe? hell, he doesn't know, but there's a definite, lingering pause between one beat and the next. a moment where he holds his breath, waiting for - something. that's enough time to turn his face from pink to a burning crimson. enough for his legs to feel - just for a second - like they're giving out, weak and too weightless for the rest of him.
it takes him a while to recover. for a couple of seconds, he just stands there, red and stunned and looking like he's been cheated.
then he finally, finally drops to a crouch, arms bridging his knees. he buries his face there because he's dead. he's died and experts are still debating whether the cause is cute overload or an overdose of embarrassment. and no, he's not going to come out. he needs more seconds. at least a hundred of them. ]
Jeez, unfair... [ muttered under his breath, tone tormented. ]
spoilers I'm the victim this week it's me and mandee is the killer #plzavenge #lynch
the wallet drops.
his heart stops, from shock? from embarrassment? from awe? hell, he doesn't know, but there's a definite, lingering pause between one beat and the next. a moment where he holds his breath, waiting for - something. that's enough time to turn his face from pink to a burning crimson. enough for his legs to feel - just for a second - like they're giving out, weak and too weightless for the rest of him.
it takes him a while to recover. for a couple of seconds, he just stands there, red and stunned and looking like he's been cheated.
then he finally, finally drops to a crouch, arms bridging his knees. he buries his face there because he's dead. he's died and experts are still debating whether the cause is cute overload or an overdose of embarrassment. and no, he's not going to come out. he needs more seconds. at least a hundred of them. ]
Jeez, unfair... [ muttered under his breath, tone tormented. ]