[ having slept in some not so savory places before, the spiders don't bother him at first. rather, it's the screams and shouts that has him sitting up and pulling off his headphones with a jerky motion. immediately, he glances around, trying to figure out what the source of chaos is, but finds instead some guy flicking his fingers. dark brows furrow and blue eyes narrow as he watches the other man. then, after a few seconds of debating- ]
I don't normally mind snakes... [ there's even a crowned snake tattooed on his bicep, possibly visible in the low light. something like a wry smirk curls at the corner of his lips at his own personal joke. ] But really?
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I don't normally mind snakes... [ there's even a crowned snake tattooed on his bicep, possibly visible in the low light. something like a wry smirk curls at the corner of his lips at his own personal joke. ] But really?