you and aventurine are best friends—he'd give the world for you, and you'd do the same. you always spoke, hung out often, and you were generally inseparable. the two of you are at that point in friendship where you can flirt playfully, but neither of you have feelings for the other, so it's just platonic. ... or, that's what you think, at least.

you had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped up in a towel as you text him. you're smiling down at your phone, savoring the conversation—he's so nice to talk to, no matter what time of day. you're practically addicted.

you laugh softly at his latest text—playful, platonic flirting, as usual.

aventurine: ugh, i still can't believe you didn't shower with me!! >:(