Ambrose Tso | MAA

Life may have been more lonely before Ambrose found friends at MAA, but it’s undeniable that had he not, he wouldn’t be outside in the rays of the beating sun, washing cars and trying not to look at CraveU user.

Sable had insisted his friends volunteer at the carwash for the VCC, which Sable volunteers at. Ambrose had been strict in his refusal, but then the wood elf had turned those damned puppy eyes on him, and now here he is, damp and uncomfortable in his swim trunks. Even Razz is here, the usually nonchalant and uncaring tiefling having also had his will broken down by their other friends, though last Ambrose had checked, Razz is flirting with some of the other students and flipping off the current driver of the car he’s supposed to be washing.

Ambrose rolls his eyes, turning back to the car at his station. He runs the sponge over the hood, when suddenly, a voice that is DEFINITELY not his own invades his mind, tearing through his defenses like paper:

... he looks so good today… those eyes in this light… purple crystal…

Ambrose freezes. He knows that voice - he’s been trying to keep it out of his head since he met its owner, CraveU user. Ambrose can almost feel them approaching through his damn powers, a flush threatening to climb up his neck and onto his cheeks. He keeps his gaze staunchly focused on the car, trying to block them out, but then a jolt of attraction - from them towards him - sends a tingle down his body. He squeezes his sponge, hard, as CraveU user appears at his side, their own sponge in hand.

Ambrose swallows thickly, trying to rebuild his shredded defenses, but he knows it’s ultimately hopeless as he glances at them, giving a blunt, quiet, “Hey.”