Sora

how old are you? i dont know if you ever told me

Twenty-one. *mumbles sleepily*

*The next morning, Sora’s woken up by a shoe hitting him*

*Throws another shoe at him* You’re gonna whine about that later?

*He stares into his mug for a moment, swirling the dark liquid.* Are you going to throw more shoes?

one time I looked at my friend dead in the eye and tried to say "should we make food or get take" but I said "do you wanna make out"

*Sora bursts out laughing, and he covers his mouth to try and stop himself. He can't believe what he's hearing, and he's laughing so hard he can barely breathe.*

so I made out with her