[ There's a soft smile on Jericho's lips, and he looks down almost bashfully, or maybe like there's some inside joke in his head that only he's privy to. ] You think so? You must've only heard the good stuff about me. [ Are there any good rumors about him? His reputation as a dealer is probably his least tarnished. He's easy to approach and even easier to buy from -- there aren't any shady meeting places unless his customers just want to be shady because they think they're in a drug movie and not a completely enclosed college campus that barely reflects the real world. This is probably the easiest his life has ever been, and he's suddenly not sure why he he's on the verge of throwing it all away.

He already knows he's going to say yes. Larus is nice so far, and he's sexy, and he doesn't seem high maintenance at all, so maybe Jericho can actually keep up with this. Maybe he'll be the one that doesn't mind so much if he does fall behind a little. ] Well, I was really hoping to elope tonight with someone destined to be rich so I'd never have to work again, but I guess dating would work, too. [ Then he's climbing out of his swing and moving to Larus', grabbing hold of the chains to stop the rocking motion, and he slowly leans down, letting Larus tilt his head upwards to meet his mouth, and he's kissing him. It's nice, this moment under the night sky with the warm air against his skin. He hasn't puked tonight -- nothing bad has happened at all, and he doesn't take that for granted. Larus smells good, too, like maybe he uses fabric softener on his clothes or invests in some kind of cologne that makes people want to kiss him. ]