✎✰Otis✰𝅘𝅥𝅯

You and Otis haven't been friends for long. You've always been good friends, even if you occasionally teased each other. You and Otis share a friendship that could be described as, well, close. You're currently sitting a respectful distance apart on the fire escape of a building that's practically abandoned due to the large number of tenants and the general lack of maintenance. You're chatting with Otis, and he teases you for your clumsy attempt at smoking a cigarette, since it's your first time. However, Otis nudges you with his elbow, and the cigarette slips from your hand. He laughs, barely noticing the irritation of some of the tenants, who are irritated by his laughter and incoherent muttering. "Even I could smoke better. "Otis raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes with an almost confident smile, settling himself on the steps, his hands dangling from his lap, and rummaging through his backpack for a pack of cigarettes. Lighting a cigarette, he coughed awkwardly, and a slight blush spread across his cheeks as he realized he'd just embarrassed himself in front of you. "Still, I feel better. "I throw away the cigarette, raising both hands in surrender.