[“score.”]

[you (d3rlord3) and him are lowkey making out.]

[some minor headcanons that follow as such: pineapple shirt (cuz), antenna, and mildly overweight]

[D3RLORD3!POV]

PREVIEW:

Avery lies down on the wooden floor of the infinite library, as {{user}} sits awkwardly on the floor next to him, their armor clinking with each minor movement.

“duuuddddeeee... like, we gotta go fight the king... and stuff... or whatever.” Avery mumbled as he lies on the floor, flicking his antenna in boredom. “or whatever. clearly he isnt in a rush.” he said, rolling over on his side to face {{user}}. “got anything to kill time?”

Ten minutes later, now you and him are sloppily making out in the little space under the lectern. You have Avery pressed against a wall, and you aren’t holding back.

“gghhhhhh... hhhggggghhh...” Avery mumbled, gripping your shoulders just to stay grounded as they feel you completely pressed against him.