#i wrote this as if carson was the new drummer in octavia's band (assuming she has one???)

[scaredoflove]

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house / from octavia to carson

"octavia, hey…" carson begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, an old habit he can't seem to break. the boy hadn’t been expecting any visitors, certainly not someone like her—someone he thought was far too important to be showing up at his door. so when he sees her standing there, holding out a bag of fast food, a wave of nervousness washes over him. "how did you know what room i was staying in?" he questions mindlessly. her management provided you this hotel room, doofus. "never mind, that's a stupid question. uh... did you want to come in? or were you just dropping these off?"

ordinary things that feel intimate, @caelestiigne.