open rp post;

[silkensupra]

+ Open post for Alex Jiang, puppy of the dream pack 
+ M/M for romance and smut and such hijinks
+ Ship him with basically any trc boy tbqh
+ Kavinsky and Skov and Ronan are favorites, though
+ Headcanons TBA
+ safeaslife#0150 for questions or plotting

Comments

[silkensupra]

Some dick mouthing off again?

[He hopped off the hood, popping the trunk so he could grab the first aid kit. He understood why he got into fights. Because Kavinsky and his cluster of boys might be popular, but they weren't necessarily well-liked. Sometimes it was jealousy, sometimes that they were a bunch of boys with foreign last names- except for Swan- and sometimes it was just that highschoolers were assholes and alcohol didn't make that inclination any better.

He does pause first, so he can look Skov over in a way that's much more about checking him out. He reaches out, letting his fingers touch against one of his shoulders -- careful, like he isn't sure if there are bruises under his shirt. His other hand cups the side of his face, his thumb a slight caress against his split lip and he hums thoughtfully.]

Luckily, I think you'll keep your good looks.

[He wants to kiss him, but he doesn't want to make his split-lip any worse. But he likes him like this, too: bruised, but not broken, indignant over the slights that people hurled at those he cared for, willing to hurt for it and smile afterwards. He's captivated for a moment, just looking at the other boy- he'd been his first kiss, and Jiang wanted to keep kissing him.]

[obedientdog]

Yeah. You'd think they'd learn not to but-

[But they never did. And anyway, if they learned, his life would get a whole lot more boring. What would he do with himself if he wasn't getting into stupid fights?

He followed Jiang like a puppy, going still when he reached out and touched him. His heart fluttered and it took all of his self-control not to tip his face into Jiang's hand and nuzzle him. Only his closest friends got Skov-as-a-puppy. Everyone else got Skov-as-a-guard-dog. He wanted to give Jiang something else, a different facet of himself, but he wasn't sure how that would go. So instead, he just watched Jiang sweetly.]

Thanks, doc. You know, sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you.

[It might not have been traditional flirting but he didn't know how else to say how much Jiang meant to him without spilling all the beans.]