⊗ Peter Shell ⊗


Get the hell out of my way
Peter thought for a moment, then pulled his shirt on over his head and nodded. "Sure, why not? Sounds alright." The artist raised his arms over his head to pull his hair back into a ponytail, his shirt rising just enough to expose a bit of his smooth, pale belly. Once his hair was tightly tied, he lowered his arms back down and took a deep breath. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he held back a laugh. Smirking just a bit, he drew closer to Hayden with mischief sparkling in his steel eyes. "Did you just ask me on a date, Hayden?"
And stay away from my paintings
Awesome nerd