❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

[medievalism]

{ an autumn mixer }

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[hackr]

To his credit, he manages to bounce back relatively quickly, even taking the time to flip his luxurious hair back and brush his bangs away from his forehead.

The image is ruined immediately when Neon adds, "Yeah, my mom got it for me." He tries not to wince at himself. It's not the best first impression he could make.

[dangernoodle]

Actually, it's an amazing first impression! What's not to like about a guy who's willing to admit that? His lips curl in an amused smile and he takes it upon himself to wrap the rescued scarf around Neon's neck. A few times. And then tuck the end in so it's no longer in immediate danger of blowing away.

"Then it would've been even worse to lose it."

[hackr]

Well, that's kind of cute, Neon will admit to it.

"That seems pretty damn secure now," he remarks wryly, raising his eyebrows. But he isn't wrong. With that knot, he doesn't think he'll have to frantically shop around for the same scarf, wracked with guilt.

"Thanks. Again."

[dangernoodle]

"Where you heading? There's a festival or something down the street." He saw a flyer a few blocks back advertising some autumn activities like pumpkin carving and making caramel apples and apple butter and such. Maybe Neon was making his way there before losing his precious scarf.