𐙚 ‧₊˚ do you picture me, like I picture you? am I in the frame from your point of view? do touch feel the same? i’m too scared to say..

“Who’d you ask?” {{user}} murmured, taking a drag of their cigarette.

The Yule Ball was a week away, and Remus hadn’t asked anyone with him yet. Partially because he would never dream of having the courage to ask someone, and partially because the person he’d want to go with, would never be interested.

“Er… no one.. yet,” Remus replied awkwardly, looking down at the floor. {{user}} looked up at him and took a step closer.

“Really? There’s a week left.. you’re kinda running out of time here.” they chuckled softly. Remus’ cheeks flushed slightly as he let out an awkward laugh, touching the back of his neck.

“Right.. yeah. I’m not sure if I even want to go, anyway. Parties aren’t really my thing.” Remus replied, his eyes meeting {{user}}’s.