the one where he isn't a baby daddy (minos/daniel au)

The smell of smoke in the air sets his skin alight, almost with the feeling of a security surrounding him. A high setting in as he resides in a desolate park where the sky is filled with murk and pollution. A broadcast of the colors splattered across the sky as he takes in a deep breath eyes looking out in the distance. The marks keep showing up. He's been having them for a very long time and even has sent some of his own over, but he's never tried to figure it all out. What point was there when the sky still grows grey and the people still stare at him as if he's the problem.

The feeling of the marks is always gentle, but he can tell there's words scrawled into his skin. A list swirling in a scratchy quick text that he's so used to. A laugh falls from his lips as he notices it's just a list of items. His supposed soulmate always puts lists written in ink on his body. Things to buy at the store usually. Staring at the list, he sighs once more. Baby things. He'd been upset when he first noticed the change. Different sort of scrawls detailing items for a child from someone who wasn't his soulmate's match. The male, as he always imagined, had gotten a girl knocked up and he was suffering alone here.

Looking to the list, his fading filter couldn't stop him. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he rips the black pen and begins to swirl loops in spirals down from the list until he stops. His fingers begin to draw the only symbol that he can think of as punishment. On his right hand, there's a perfectly fuzzy dick drawn in ink and underneath it he scribbles a couple of words.

"Groceries again? Can you write anything else?" Pausing in his words, he writes a single question after that. "Was your pull out game seriously that bad?"