[meraki]

Originally Posted by mythical myik

Arron set the dress down, sitting backwards in his chair, he leaned his face in his palm. He hummed as his eyes danced back to Oliver and the dress. Honestly, he'd thought Ollie would look cute in anything. Arron's eyes widened as he realized Oliver was right. "I suppose we could just say we were someone else? I'm sure they haven't met everyone there in person right?" He said nervously, fiddling with the buttons on his own suit.

Oliver looked at him considerately, and crossed one leg over the other, his knee bouncing a little. “Well, if we’re really doing this, you could always just say you’re me,” he pointed out with a shrug. He really wished his blush would go away, it was quite embarrassing. ‘I bet if I were tan or something my face wouldn’t always get so red,’ he thought to himself, exhaling a sigh as he thought. The dark haired boy looked back down at his hands, absently cracking his knuckles once again as he tended to do when he thought.