— had the fae pausing.

Just long enough to allow himself to be pulled forward, eyes flashing with interest. “Charity huh? What’s the charity for-?”

Placing a hand against the booth, leaning forward— fins flickering as his gaze trails down the male before him.

.. Not bad, not bad.

Usually— the stalls Mickey would find along the shores would consist of foods, sweet treats, trinkets and shells that washed up onto shore.

He didn’t find that here, the sign read * Kissing Booth— and the man behind-?

The immediate wave of nervousness and embarrassment he felt coming off him —