The Party: Before Twelve, Adrian, Leon, and Open
"Hopefully I can trust you." He'd seemed willing enough to vollunteer to help Ade, meaning he was either a really nice guy or a major asshole who was about to paint something horrible on him on purpose. At first glance, Ade didn't expect he was an asshole.
He looked surprised when Leon seemed to know who he was, his house and year, anyway. How did he know that? Why did he know that? "Yeah. That's right. What else do you know about me?"
Adrian looked down, his chin on his chest, trying to make out what Leon was painting. He tried not to, but he did squirm or giggle occasionally as Leon touched a ticklish spot. He lifted his arm up and out of the way when he needed to. "Tattoos?" It seemed an odd question to Ade as he was only wearing shorts. The answer was apparant unless he had one hidden on his ass or something. The thought made him snicker to himself. "No. No. No tatts. Maybe someday, who knows. What made you decide to get the ones you got?"