[Simon went red a bit easier than Baz ever did. A consequence of his complexion, perhaps. But it painted a pretty picture either way, rosy beneath his freckles. He let out something like a scoff, tipping his head back in an attempt to hide the blush.]
I wouldn't know what I'm into. Outside of you, I mean. Jeans?
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[Simon went red a bit easier than Baz ever did. A consequence of his complexion, perhaps. But it painted a pretty picture either way, rosy beneath his freckles. He let out something like a scoff, tipping his head back in an attempt to hide the blush.]
I wouldn't know what I'm into. Outside of you, I mean. Jeans?