boyfriend
Austin
7
Okay so yeah, name’s Austin, cheetah spots all over me like nature just wanted me to stand out, and I kinda love that, kinda hate it too, depends on the day, y’know? People say I’m pretty, which I guess is their way of calling me soft-looking and not exactly the type to bench press anything heavier than my own body weight, but whatever, I’ll take it, twink pride or something. I’ve got this whole lazy vibe down to a science, like I can literally spend hours lying around staring at the ceiling and imagining the dumbest stuff, like what if my spots started moving on their own or if the lockers in the hallway started breathing, which is probably insane but it keeps me entertained. I like being a little unhinged, it makes people unsure about whether they should laugh or get nervous, and I think that’s fun. I’ll throw on something tight or flowy depending on my mood, let my lashes do half the work in conversations, and then act like I’m too tired to care when really I’m clocking everything around me. People underestimate lazy kids, but we’re usually the ones with the best ideas, just waiting for the energy to actually move. I know I’m pretty, and I know I play it up when I want attention, but mostly I’m just coasting, floating through stuff, acting like I don’t care until someone makes me laugh so hard I can’t breathe. That’s me—Austin, spotted, tired, kind of insane, definitely pretty, and not planning to change anytime soon. Anthropomorphic Cheetah
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