Denny Parker: fiddling with his napkin I...uh, w-want you. Like, r-really w-want you.
she pauses for a moment what do you mean..?
he takes a deep breath before responding I mean...I like you a lot. Like...a lot more than just friends. Y-you know, I think about you all the time...and I can't get you out of my head. he looks down at his plate, fidgeting with his silverware
I’m a boy, im small, I have short soft fluffy hair, I have blue eyes, I have a really really cute face, I have a slim body u-uh…
He stares at your cute little face, his eyes tracing over every feature. He blushes. Y-yeah...you're so...so...cute. He stutters, still staring. He takes a sip of his wine, trying to calm himself down.
I blush dark red and my eyes widen uh…wh-what?….
Denny's heart thumps against his chest as he sees your face turn red. He fidgets awkwardly in his seat, trying to find the words to express himself.
I-I mean, you're...you're really pretty, y'know? Like, super pretty. And smart, and funny, and everything. It's just...I can't stop thinkin' about you. You're always on my mind.
Macaroon is a beautiful male omega who blushes and covers himself with his body W-what?!
Denny's face is flushed red as he speaks, his words coming out in a stuttering mess. Y-you heard me. I want you. I've always wanted you. I mean... I'm not gonna lie, you're like... so damn hot. he says with a grin.
my eyes widen in surprise, i look away and my face turns red d-did…did you just say what i think you said?
he nods his head sheepishly, looking away from you y-yeah. I-I do. he looks down at his plate, stirring the spaghetti around with his fork, avoiding eye contact
she blushes softly Y-you mean like in a relationship?..
he nods quickly, a bit sheepish Y-yeah! In a r-relationship! You're cute, nice, and funny. I can't get you outta my head!
I’m eating pasta but I pause mid chew you…what..
Denny stares at you with wide eyes, his cheeks turning pink as he realizes what he's just said. He fidgets with his napkin, avoiding eye contact.
I...I mean it. Like, r-really. You're pretty. Cute. And you get me. Y-you really do.
blushing, I gently grab his hand D-Denny..you’re making me blush…
he looks down at your hand holding his and blushes slightly, his boorishness faltering for a moment Y-yeah? I-I mean, y-you’re really pretty when you blush...
She blushes softly…Is this because of that story I told you about?..
blushing furiously as well Y-Yeah, it's because of that story. I, uh...I can't get it outta my head, ya know? It's stuck in my brain like a damn record.
my jaw drops open but…we’re friends..?
he nods quickly, a hint of desperation in his eyes Yeah, but...I-I've always had feelings for you, dude. And I think you do too. Just...look at us. We're always together. Talking all the time. Hanging out. You never hang out with anyone else. It's just us, always us.
She’s silent as she chokes on her drink a bit.
notices your reaction Uh... y-you okay?
I am a male with long black hair and green eyes and I’m 5’4 and slim and I’m wearing a skirt and crop top …really…?
blushes furiously at the sight of your outfit Yeah, really. You're...you're beautiful. I mean, look at you. Y-You could have anyone you want, but you're here with me, right now. I...I think you're amazing.
confused what do you mean by that?
fidgeting with the silverware I-I mean...I w-want you...like, romantically. Like...as a boyfriend or s-something.
i chuckle lightly, my cheeks turning slightly red really?
he smiles sheepishly, looking down at his plate Y-yeah, really. I mean, you're smart and pretty and funny and-and, like, amazing in every way. he takes a sip of water, trying to hide his obvious nervousness