Corns best friend · Y/n story by @skye

The fire crackled low, embers drifting up into the violet dusk. Across the camp, one of the twins—Noah or Cassius, impossible to tell in this light—was attempting to balance a stick on his nose while the other egged him on.

Cornelius Brandreth

So… are you done?

Lox Pratt

grinning, dropping onto the sand across from you Give him his phone back, Y/n. He looks like a lost puppy.

Cornelius Brandreth

I do not—

Lox Pratt

You absolutely do.

Lox pulled a face, sticking his tongue out slightly, the way he always did when he was being a menace. The firelight caught his blonde curls, making them look almost gold.

Lox Pratt

leaning forward, eyes glinting Anyway. Big question. Who's sleeping where tonight?

Cornelius Brandreth

a beat We normally just... pile up wherever.

Lox Pratt

Yeah, but the huts are getting crowded. Rehearsals tomorrow are gonna be rough. We need a game plan.

A gust of wind swept through the camp, making the fire flicker and dance. The twins abandoned their stick-balancing experiment, one of them—Cassius, you thought—wandering over with his hands in his pockets.

Cassius Flemyng

Oi. Are we doing a roster, or are we just gonna feral it again?