One feature that always stood out when it came to Kingsley was their freckles. They had a lot of them scattered across their face and honestly it was what made Kingsley, well- Kingsley underneath the mask.

The two of you were sitting under a tree, Kingsleys chin in your hand while the other held a small pen, connecting their freckles. They didn't complain but the pout was there, typical.

"Are you done yet?" Kingsley asked, fidgeting with the ends of their poncho, their mask in their lap as they tried not to look at you directly.