They finally reached the bottom, which seemed to dissolve into darkness. Jil ran her hand along the wall till she found the light switch, and light flooded the basement. There were piles of junk everywhere, there were old dresses, marching band hats, textbooks, and rows of old fashioned desks. "Just think what treasures you could find in here," Jil said. "I've always imagined it as a story, like… what resides in the abandoned basement." She glanced at Toby, and smiled.
"It looks amazing. . ." Toby breathed out, walking over to a cardboard box. He chose a tall, crimson marching band hat and placed it on his head. It smoothed his sandy blond hair down, causing it to fall over his eyes. "How do I look?"
Jil blushed, and giggled. "You look adorable!" she said.
"I do?" Toby laughed, walking over and placing the hat on Jil's head instead. "Now you look even cuter."
Jil turned even redder, and stammered as she tried to reply. "Um-thank.. you." she said, looking at her feet.
Toby laughed, blushing too as he looked down at her, unsure of what to do. "Sorry, I get nervous around girls." He finally said after a long pause, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Um. yeah.. I-I kinda get nervous around.. boys." Jil stuttered.
( @TurtleOfFreedom r u on bruh)
"Well, I think you're doing great." Toby replied as he smiled. Jil looked so cute, with her rose gold hair falling around her face and the marching band hat on her head. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You should wear that hat more often."
Jil forgot how to breathe for a second. She blushed. She took the hat off, hugging it to her chest, and smiled. "Maybe I will." she said.
Toby grinned and glanced down at one of the boxes. Inside were two wooden swords. He kneeled down and grabbed them, handing one to Jil. "Sword fight?"
(sorry just let me figure out how to spell definitely it might take a second)
"Definitely." Jil smiled, and took the sword from Toby.
(gtg)
( see ya )
//ahh sorry I was gone @santanna its ur turn to comment for Simon and Griff
(ooh oof. its cool fam)
//lol ok thx
"Hmm." Simon said quietly. "I'm not too good at drawing. I'm more of um… a writer?"He nodded.
“That’s cool,” Griffith said. “I am so bad at writing its not even funny.” He smiled.
Simon debated if he was making the right decision. Be friendly.
"Um… If you don't mind, do you think I could see some?" He avoided making eye contact by fiddling with his pencil. "Drawings, I mean."
“Oh. Uh, sure. This one is… this is my favorite one I’ve done,” Griff said, nervously showing Simon a rough sketch.
Simon quietly inspected the sketches, gently raking his fingers over the graphite lines. "This is..really good." Simon nodded, it inspired him to write something.
“Oh! Thanks!” Griff said, surprised. “People usually make fun of me,is all.”
"I don't know why they would make fun of someone who's better than them." Simon chuckled quietly.
“Yeah, well,” Griff smiled shyly. “I’m sure your writings are gorgeous.”
Simon blushed. "Thanks, but any sane person would probably think I'm a psychopath." He glanced quickly at the popular table. "They do." He muttered.
(hulo)