Coconut Grove i'm in a b-boy stance, i'm not dancing

oooooh GOOoooddd tristan was really struggling. and it was kind of getting bad at this point! he was so good at holding himself together usually, he didn't know what it was about this conversation that was driving him nuts. he felt red hot, for one, and the more she stretched and shook he was growing pretty confident she was teasing him. and, okay, look, we know that there had been some feelings growing on tristan, but he'd never looked at bat like that before. in fact, he couldn't recall a time he'd noticed how gah damn thicc she was. 

his nose lifted to the sky, and he stared at the palms rather innocently.  oh yeah i guess, but look at the leaves, he played off, not watching as bat began to pad away from him. he only heard her paw steps, which left him to look back straight at that wagon. fuck dammit what the fuck. honestly! this wouldn't even be that big a deal any other day, but now that all the other thoughts were there he was having trouble getting them out. 

he stayed put.