03-12-2020, 09:06 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]As a familiar voice called out for weekly tasks, Selby couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. Beck was putting himself out there. And though his anxiety was painfully obvious to the sawbones, it was a start. A good, real start. He came forward, a sense of pride filling him. He wasn’t good about doing the tasks given, but for Beck... well, for Beck, he’d give it a shot. “May I please have a task, buddy?”
//prompt please <3
//prompt please <3