#ree.jjkdrabbles

[silkscream]

choso is like. the weirdest guy around. like a little loser outcast that you find ugly-hot at first. that specific flavor of quiet coworker that the rest of the staff shares rumors with you about. he's a satanist, he put a kid in the hospital in high school, he steals the neighborhood cats for witchcraft. you know it's all bullshit.

he's probably harmless. it's why he's so quiet, you think. probably got bullied as a kid -- a trailer trash baby without parents. looks a little out of it all the time, hazy dark eyes brooding.

something about him always has you drawn to his presence. magnetic air. he never looks at you for more than a few seconds, always snapping away his gaze like he'd just touched a hot stove. you can't tell if he's got some kind of skin condition from the way his eyes are always tinged, blush on the thin skin underneath his dark lashes. red like cut flesh.

the first time you talk to him, it's to bum a cigarette, and it's mostly an experiment. you want to gauge his aura. you've dreamt about how his eyes would look on you after he strips you down.

the way he looks at you is like a shark breaching the shore. he reeks of parliaments and incense. wet soil.

"you look dumb with that fucking birthmark," you drawl, leaning on the alley wall.

he scoffs, flicking ash onto your shoes. "i was cursed by a witch, you know."

"gonna kill every girl you kiss or something cliche like that?"

he steals the cig from your mouth, smirking at the way your plump lips turn up into a pout. his fingers hook in between them, index finger poking your tongue.

"you wanna find out?"