apollon.

They sat together on the rooftop.

"Days like these are long.  Not much to do, mm?"  The Thin one exhaled softly.  He had a peculiar dimpled face; it was a boyish cute face.  His side-swept bangs ruffled his eyes as the wind caught between the strands.

The Tall one sighed, longer.  Louder.  "You want to go down to the docks?"  His crew-cut fought with the gusts of wind, struggling to stay immobile.  He flexed unintentionally.

Thin adjusted his glasses, leaned back, said, "I'd rather go over to your place."  He blushed.

"Not for my sister, you don't.  We could just go to the station, see where that takes us?"  Tall frowned.

"Alright.  I have... eight dollars.  You're paying."  Thin rose, his knees cracking painfully.  He groaned.  "Must've gained weight."

The Tall one smirked.  "After you just implicitly harassed my sister by turning red after suggesting we go to my house?  Fat chance, baby girl."

"Oh, shut it.  We're both adults, aren't we?"  The wind blew.  "... When was the last time you went to the bathroom?"

"This morning."