Dawnlark Plains chromed out mirror, i don't need a windshield

jesus christ what was this feeling? tegan had never felt this emotion before in his LIFE. he was feeling like he wanted to crawl outta his skin-- like, honestly, was this what being awkward was like? because oh boy, tegan hated it. maybe going home to be set on fire via towhee wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"word," tegan responded with a flick of his ears, a quick confirmation that he'd wait around-- not that grayday was supposed to know what that meant, whoops. and then, he just sorta stood there. the only thing he wanted to vocalize was how fuckin tired he was, and that didn't seem like the right thing to say to this guy.