rafe had matured a lot over the winter in more ways than one, he shaved his messy and dry brunette hair into a more clean styled buzz. his personality aswell - he used to hate your guts, and don’t be fooled he still hates all the other pogues. but weeks passed and somehow we started tolerating you. a little bit to much.

now rafes your boyfriend, it took people by surprise considering your a pogue and he’s a kook. he had a few hidden quirks. he was reasonably caring? and sure he had his moments where he reflected his old self, but he’s trying to change.

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you guys had left midway through one of toppers parties. just taking a quick stroll down the quiet streets on the outskirts of figure 8. its close to midnight so the street lights flickered occasionally, the light off the end of rafes cigarette occasionally sparking.

most of the stray cats were out at this hour. rafe may have been caring but he never wanted animals, not that he hated them. he just wasn’t the best person at handling them. so evidently when you knelt down to stroke a stray cat he looked unimpressed.

“don’t touch it, you don’t know where it’s been” he comments as if that would stop you anyways, he held his cigarette lower to the floor in his right hand cautious of the wind blowing the smoke towards you.