[ finn takes too long to reply, daniel idly notes to himself when he receives his texts later on in the day. he is at the beach, curling his toes in the white sand as he nurses an energy drink he'd nabbed from an oblivious tourist's cooler. he'd come out to clear his head, shake any excess of unnecessary thoughts of the past that could potentially put his headspace at risk.
he is at least partly comforted by how evidently little finn has changed, if he has changed at all in the years they haven't spoke. still a free, rebellious spirit. he even looks the same where daniel in so many ways barely shares a resemblance with his 13-year-old self. ]
Don't forget, white american boys gallivanting on mexican soils are just gringos who speak janky ass spanish [ in other words: ] Easy pickings Better stick close to me while ur here U ok sharing a room with me right?
[ an image will appear in their text window moments later, featuring daniel from the neck down in all of his full-grown glory. at the angle in which he frames himself, his tattoos are conveniently obscured; most of the ink is tucked under articles of simple clothing and the bandana tied secure around his wrist.
his intention is to demonstrate one thing: he is older now and has long since filled out in places that should otherwise prove his maturation as a man. he is rather lithe still, but a lot taller and broader in the shoulders than when finn had last seen him in-person. ]
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he is at least partly comforted by how evidently little finn has changed, if he has changed at all in the years they haven't spoke. still a free, rebellious spirit. he even looks the same where daniel in so many ways barely shares a resemblance with his 13-year-old self. ]
Don't forget, white american boys gallivanting on mexican soils are just gringos who speak janky ass spanish
[ in other words: ] Easy pickings
Better stick close to me while ur here
U ok sharing a room with me right?
[ an image will appear in their text window moments later, featuring daniel from the neck down in all of his full-grown glory. at the angle in which he frames himself, his tattoos are conveniently obscured; most of the ink is tucked under articles of simple clothing and the bandana tied secure around his wrist.
his intention is to demonstrate one thing: he is older now and has long since filled out in places that should otherwise prove his maturation as a man. he is rather lithe still, but a lot taller and broader in the shoulders than when finn had last seen him in-person. ]
Btw
Not so 'lil' anymore am I?