*is bumming around his parents' place after a morning and afternoon spent outside with his dad, building his mom a nice new set of shelves* *was put in charge of sanding and finishing while his dad painstakingly carved the designs in* *omg Man Stuff. it is the shit.*
*rakes a hand through his shower-damp hair and flops down on his bed to read, munching a piece of licorice* *barely gets through a chapter before he hears your ringtone ("he was a punk, she did ballet, what more can I say?") (shut up it was funny at the time)*
*tugs his phone out of his pocket and brings it to his ear, already grinning* Hey! I was gonna call you later, see if you wanted to go out...