In which Entre is having a moral crisis over accidentally stumbling upon Swag touching himself, but can’t look away.
Any universe is cool. Bonus for Swag realizing he’s there and calling him out on it at some point, and Entre absolutely freaking out. What happens after that is up to filler.I haven’t written anything in years but I didn’t want to request before I filled something. HERE’S HOPING THIS IS OKAY. FEEL FREE TO TELL ME WHAT NEEDS FIXING.
This is so not okay
Its dark, cold, the breeze biting through the thin jacket and chilling him to the bone. He knows he can’t afford to get sick now. They don’t have the supplies or the time to allow for that and moral in the camp is already low enough, but he doesn’t move. His teeth rattle as he huddles by the opening to the tent and he is certain the dull chatter alone will give him away, waking the camp and alerting swag to his twisted practices.
Oh my god what am I doing
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okay but you’re a really good writer though…