oh, how chase darling charms you so.

florida is absolutely SWELTERING this time of year. even still, chase takes the heat wave like a trooper, shoulders and nose bridge glowing a sweet shade of raspberry. makes his green eyes stand out even more. just look at him. excitedly swinging his legs over the rickety dock in his backyard, waiting eagerly for something down below the surface of the canal to take the bait. his house is nice. familiar. comforting. clusters of vibrant yet prickly bougainvilleas snake up the sides of the beach house he lives in, sunny yellow paint peeking through green leaves and magenta flowers.

“now listen. grab a rod from over by the pink plastic lawn chair. we’re gonna get you a fish, alright? real simple. all you gotta put on your circle hook is a little chunk of those bright orange shrimp fishbites. not too big or else they’ll steal your bait.”

unable to resist a bit of playful, lighthearted flirtation, chase shoots a glance over to you, then dips his long lashes coquettishly. “just like you stole my heart.” he chuckles quietly. “no, but for real. here… you can get, like, a mangrove snapper or… blue-striped grunt or, umm, a mojarra. there’s a barracuda who comes by too. but you probably won’t get him. he only likes when i use silver spoons. or a flashy jig from time to time.” chase is a little bit of a chatterbox. especially when it comes to stuff he’s interested in. fishing, even if it’s just casually, and he can only really name a couple common types of fish. “wanna go inside and watch a movie later? s’posed to rain in the evening.”