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     she does little to show her interest in the pair that she just seated - no matter how attractive the male - ‘cause kids were simply not among the list of humans she was particularly fond of. she quickly tends to the needs of other customers with an added octave in her voice to produce the cutesy tone they seemed to love. a huge annoyance to her, but a bonus to those she served which meant a complimentary pastry later on. it was part of the reason she rarely ate at home, she could live off the stuff here. when taking a stack of dishes toward the back, she notices the male’s hand raised up and shuffles toward him. her eyes, however, take notice of the stack of sugar packets before catching onto his string of words. “wait, what?” she blinks away her astonishment and looks at him with pressed together.

“ma’am? aren’t we practically the same age–” 

Cameron had never been any good at guessing ages and although she looks fairly young he doesn't want to disappoint or offend her by not being formal. It's an age old politeness in him that's always turned to formality to address people when he could think of nothing else. Now he's caught and goes all deer in the headlights on her because he doesn't know what to say. There's an awkward silence ( peppered once or twice by him fumbling for words ) until his niece begins to laugh and he forces himself to snap out of it.

"Oh sorry. What's your name? I'm Cameron." Which she probably doesn't care about and his voice falls away.

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qridere

━ ( ϟ ) The girl’s head tilted to the left , brows furrowing slightly as she tried to understand him. Did he wanted to look less serious ? And a hat would make him look like that —- ? Their opinions were obviously completely different from her point of view. ❝ Ah , I’m not that sure ? I mean , after me you’d look less serious with a snapback on.. At least from what I think and see , yeah ❞ Shoulders rolled up in a short shrug , a smile tugging at her lips. ❝ But of course , it’s important what you think and if you want a hat then you should go for it. That sounds interesting , now I know I want to know because I’m curious and I want to see how good you are. ❞ She let a laugh pass past her lips and shook her head again. ❝ I’m sure..What’s the point of a half meal when you can just give me a full meal next week ? ❞

“That’s the point.” He didn’t want to look too young. but he wanted to look cool. He could be the best dj in the world but there were certainly standards to the business. A look to mimic at least. And even though his fashion sense was questionable at best he at least made slight efforts to give off his own vibes. Even if those vibes were tacky. He could say it was a style all his own. But in this moment he’d do better to listen to her. She’d got him this far and he was grateful. He couldn’t deny he looked good. Or at least in his mind he did, or would when he threw the clothes on. “You’re more than welcome to come if you want. It’d be nice to have some support there.” It was much easier for Cameron to dj when he had at least a friend in the crowd. Though they hardly knew one another it’d give him something to focus on once he was up in the booth. “N-next week?” He’s stuttering over the words, because it’s better than saying full meal just to imply how even in a week’s time he couldn’t guarantee he’d have the funds to feed her and himself at the same time. But he wants to save face, at least a bit. “Okay, yeah we can do that. Next week. I’ve got you.”

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consteullation

"don’t you dare touch me!”

perhaps her actions are too rash, but honestly has he not gotten away with it too often? the extended hand is slapped away, sharp noise following suit as her palm leaves a red print upon his forearm. this whole charade has gone on long enough and yet his façade is upheld – how can he stand there with such a straight face when the laughter, the mirth, is so clear in his eyes? her little display earns a group gasp from the observers that surround her; it’s close but she controls her foul mouth from lashing out at the others.

humiliation is overwhelming and the hot flush of her cheeks feel like stinging slaps, biting on the inside of her cheek can’t choke back the tears that threaten to spill. iseul doesn’t even think to look at the damage (after all her pride is much more important than  a stupid old rickety chair), rather her tawny eyes search blindly for an escape.

up on her two small feet, up with such haste she almost trips over the collapsed chair in the process. and she sees it. some sort of device taped (terribly so,might she add) onto the remainder of her seat. nose flaring, fingers balling into angry fists and blood boiling, she nudges it with the edge of her shoe. so that’s his weapon huh? he’d hadn’t concealed his tracks this time.

not that there was any substantial proof that it was actually his.

the flush upon her cheeks had yet to die out, as  had the stares. she retreats, scampering off to the door with heavy, hasty steps. a raised fist and wide eyes narrowed, she turns to address her nemesis once more. 

“Mark my words, Cammy-boy, I’ll get you back – you better watch yourself.”

“Testy. I’m only trying to help.” And he actually sounds hurt, it’s not that difficult for him, he’s had a lot of time practicing just how he would react but he could not predict what she’d do in return though he did have an idea that there'd be some kind of anger exchanged between them. Or rather, she'd be angry and he'd just kind of stare with puppy dog eyes. And it works because no one comes to her rescue, they all watch the unusual exchange and it's apparent that all sympathetic glances are being offered in his direction for attempting to be so helpful.

But somewhere in his chest guilt does creep into the back of his throat. For a solid ten seconds he finds himself feeling bad that he's scared her to the point of falling from her chair. Because the embarrasment that stems from it is apparent on her face. And she appears as if she might bolt at any moment.

Deterred he's back at his seat, once again typing absentmindedly at his keyboard but now he's smiling behind the protection of his monitor. It's clear that the guilt he'd been harboring only moments before has given way to the humor of the situation and before long the sound of his laughter echoes quietly over to her. He meant to hold it back, hadn't meant to rub it in her face all that he was getting away with, but it merely amplifies for him as she turns with a fist raised to shake it at him.

For one comical moment, they're in a cartoon or an old drama or something, such is the nature of their relationship. "Sure you will, for what I don't know. Not like I ever do anything to you." But he's already planning his afternoon prank. The stapler in jello was a classic.

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choiminy

Noticing how he disappeared again, she assumed he went to change his clothes which made her smile somewhat proudly. To her, it looked like he listened to her advice which made her happy. ❞Well, you know, kids like superheroes. Not all adults like superheroes and they’re usually forced to watch them with their kids❞, she tried to reason with him, knowing well he liked superheroes and all the stuff related to superheroes. She was a big fan of them as well, not that big that she would have a few shirt here and there, but she liked the movies. ❞But adults can like them too! I have a perfect example who likes them more than anything❞, she added, a teasing grin on her lips. Obviously she meant him, but was she going to tell him? Nah.

Minyoung wanted to throw a sarcastic comment in the air after hearing his question. She thought he was too nervous to think clearly so she kept her mouth close and only nodded her head before starting to follow him. She looked at him, having the infamous ‘are you serious right now’ expression on her face when she noticed all the equipments and then the shower curtain. Great, the male really needed a woman in his house or someone who would clean his house.. ❞Who doesn’t keep their bathroom cleaned?❞ She questioned before getting behind the shower curtain and closed it before changing the shirt to the blue navy one. And then she didn’t see a mirror in there. She didn’t know should she scream or keep her mouth close and complain later? She ended up keeping her mouth close and step out behind the curtain. ❞Does it look good? I need a mirror to see❞, of course, it probably looked good. After all it was plain t-shirt and then she had shorts underneath it, but she still wanted to see.

"But then they're not cool adults. And they're missing all the fun stuff in life." He would argue his childish but apparent love for superheros down to the bone if it got someone to agree with him. But only with people he knew. Had they just been two strangers having this conversation, Cameron would've found a reason to excuse himself and chosen to avoid confrontation. "Are you talking about me?" It wasn't that hard for anyone who spent any length of time in his apartment to figure out. Where there weren't old records hanging on his wall there were vintage superhero posters, and giant stuffed Flash figures dangling from his bed, signaling his childishness.

He didn't know what he'd done when she stared at him. He raised an eyebrow in confusion and it was only after her gaze fell on the shower curtain did he realize just how unamused she was about having to change behind his makeshift closet. "I've been really busy. If I'm not at work or in class or trying to score a gig to get my music out there then I'm sleeping." Or reading comics. But he's certainly not investing any of his time in cleaning anything. He could probably stand to hire a maid but that was money that Cameron didn't have and at this rate, never would He'd get around to cleaning it up, eventually. It just wouldn't be today. "You look fine. Let's go." Cameron barely takes a second glance at her before he heads toward his door.

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ifyoucanmoveit

She’s gone and done it, offended him. She knows it, the atmosphere’s shifting and she’s also shifting while reaching for her smoothie. Even if it’s not free anymore, she’s going for that smoothie, she deserves it right now. Not for totally making an ass of herself, not at all, she’s used to it by now so even if she fells bad or guilty, there’s no true ways for her to actually be remorseful. Because she has this motto that if she says it, it means she meant it so why feel bad or guilty about it? 

But he did help her earlier in not getting possibly dragged to the nearest police station. That would have broken a promise she made years ago to her father, then she would have been in big troubles. So she also leans over the counter to ask the cashier if he can give her his drink as well, yeah she came for a free smoothie and she’s treating now, just great. But she just has to think of the good cause. Not to be forgiven, but to not let someone walk away with a sour mood. 

“Keep the change.” She rushes out as she puts the money down and follows behind the company she’s managed to chase away. She’s not sure how she’s going to do this without apologizing, she refuses to apology, it might just get worse because she’ll stumble on her words and look even more insincere. She’s never been good at saying sorry without wincing or looking like she meant it. 

“Hey bogus guy!” Wrong start, she knows it the moment it’s out of her mouth. She’s biting her lip wishing she could take it back, but it’s already out so she’s clearing her throat and running ahead to stop in front of him, holding both of her hands up to block his way. “Wait, let it be my treat then, I’d feel bad to know I offended an apple tree. I used to have good memories with the old ones, I’d climb on them and they’d save me you know, Hide me, like you did.” If it’ll be accepted or not, she’s not sure but she’s holding the extra drink towards him. 

“I was seriously not laughing at what you do and with what it means I think that’s kind of nice, especially the part where there’s nowhere to go but up.” She almost adds that the word itself is what still sort of tickles her, but she’s not going to ruin this. She’s here to be proper now, so that if she parts way with him, it won’t be with a huge negative impression. Tough luck on that one, but she’s willing to try. “I’m just not good with saying things nicely, which isn’t an excuse, I assume entire responsibilities of my bad behavior.” It’s easier that way if she doesn’t want to live a self-loathing life till the day she dies. 

Maybe he's making too much of a big deal out of this. They barely knew each other so her offensive reaction to his name and his music couldn't have been intentional? Or at least he wants to believe that. His struggle with being a cynic is apparent and he doesn't have it in him to hold this against her. Though a larger part of him wants to. His naivete and desire to always see the good in others prevails.

Because he wants to believe that it was just a mistake even if she's lying to him. He wants to believe that his good deed earlier has sparked some kind of friendship for them because despite his social nature ( or his well crafted attempts at being so ) he doesn't have very many of them, and though she'd upset him with a sensitive topic she had an energy that he couldn't deny intrigued him.

But his pride is apparent, and his hands are jammed into his pockets as long legs move him much quicker down the side walk than her. He considers for a moment out of spite moving away from her a little faster so that she couldn't catch up. He throws a glance over his shoulder at the sound of his ( dj ) name and finds that difficult to achieve. Instead his footsteps slow until they're side by side once more.

"Hey short girl." He snaps in retaliation but it's not in anger. There's a smile on his face because her earlier reaction to the term hadn't been a good one. It was obvious that any allusion to her height would not be taken in stride the way he'd been about his own. But he didn't mind that. Now they both had leverage to use against each other. "Really?" Cameron truly did want a smoothie. It was something of a ritual for him to grab one and head out to his next gig. Walking another four blocks over just to prove a point didn't seem that beneficial.

He's hesitant at first but takes his raspberry orange dream smoothie and pops the straw into his mouth. A long sip later his grin turns grateful. "Thanks. Sorry about just um walking out on you earlier. I tend to get pretty sensitive about my music." Even if she'd only been referring to the name. He knew it wasn't the best, knew it'd been completely lame when at the age of fourteen he latched onto the word and started sticking it on every forum name he had. But in his mind he was doing something cool.

"You mean that?" Cameron needs the reassurance, wants to be sure that he hasn't come across another person willing to make him feel terrible over his dream. He gets enough of that at home. "No I get that. It's cool. Thank you. I mean..." He wants to steer the conversation away from himself now. "Did you, did we exchange names? Um, I'm Cameron." He wipes his hand and holds it out to her and then awkwardly bows.

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Late, late, late. Again. 

It was absolutely terrible how being late had already become a thing of norm for Jae-hyuk. Had he taken the effort to actually learn from his mistake, he would have set the clock (at the very least) an hour earlier, knowing how long it took from him to arise from bed. Plus, he had a ridiculous amount of things to accomplish today, and being late would definitely put a damper on that. 

So when he saw a cab that looked vacant, he immediately flagged it down, not realizing it was stopping for the person behind of him who had flagged it down. 

Running over he reached to open the cab— only to be faced with a stranger at the same door. “I’m sorry,” he said, a little prouder than he would have on regular occasions. “But this is my cab.” 

Cameron is absorbed in his DS, trying to evolve his Eevee into a Jolteon to complete his final form collection. He’s waiting for the flash of color that symbolizes a cab is nearby. His car has broken down for the third time that month and if he misses another round of classes his professors have made it clear that he’s out of the sound design program. As one teacher so affectionately put it, “you attend school one day a week Cameron you should be able to handle that” which was true. He should’ve but between his full time job and his side musical gigs it was getting difficult to keep up.

His car breaking down served as a reason to avoid going to class the last few weeks and although he’s gotten all caught up on his homework and his sleep, his attendance is severly slacking. Which is unlike him. He’s just been overwhelmed these days, and one more thing going wrong was bound to make him snap. Or at least cry.

So when he catches sight of a cab coming down the road, his hand goes up and he goes forward only for someone to blindside him and now they’ve both got their hands on the door. Cameron doesn’t budge, brow furrowing in confusion.

“I flagged it down though.” Which he feels is all the explanation he needs to offer in his defense. 

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He’s waiting for something to be said to solidify the state she’d been left in and the last thing he’s expecting is for her to turn him down. He felt by being forthcoming he could be given the same in return but it becomes blatantly apparent that she has no intention of telling him any manner of truth. He diverges from present conversation and tries another tactic. “Well, are you going to at least get help?”

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aereois

Aera’s eyes fought her to keep themselves on the male, but eventually she willed them to the screen of his phone as she listened to his music. Aera glanced back up to him as she took in the sounds. “So you made this beat?” Aera inquired with a curious, not judgmental, tone. She could already see her movements to it, and that was a good indicator she’d agree. Aera smiled to him as she set down the phone. “I’ll do it if you are willing to give me something else I want in return,” Aera told the male. “I would like your time for the next week or so,” she revealed.

Cameron nods, and then offers verbal confirmation just because he likes saying it out loud. “I did.” He starts to grin as she commits to making the video, but then his eyebrow goes up at being told that there’d be a favor for a favor. “Really?” He’d heard her, but he’s just trying to buy himself time because he doesn’t know what offering his time would entail. He doesn’t think it could be too terrible and he’s never shied away from hardwork when it was presented to him. “Okay, just have to work around my work schedule, and my dj schedule if that’s alright? What do you plan on doing with a week’s worth of my time?” 

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qridere

MHM. AERRI hummed in order to answer his statement. indeed it wasn’t her problem at all with what he wanted to dress or what to choose but since she was dragged into it , she just went along. after all , aerri liked to be helping. ❝ yes , they go well together. a hat ? hmm , maybe a snapback ? i think it’d go just perfect.  ❞ she said with a nod of her head , a few imagines flashing through her mind as she thought about it. ❝ oh so that’s what you need them for —  ❞ a laugh followed after the few words rolled down her lips , a nod of approval giving towards him. ❝ i am into music , yeah. what kind of music exactly ? like what are you going to perform ?  ❞ she probably asked those questions too fast , the later suggestion making her lips curl into a smile. food. of course she’d accept food right away , but since he stated that he’s kinda broke , she decided to just go with going at the thing he had to perform. ❝ don’t worry about that , i’m good.  ❞

As long as she was willing to offer assistance he was willing to take it. Though he can’t help but note that it feels slightly more awkward now that he knows she’s not a sales clerk. As if he didn’t struggle enough with talking to people. His anxiety threatens to hit him ten fold but he tries to swallow down his building nausea as she continues to assist him. “I thought a hat might make me appear less serious.” But how serious was one supposed to be taken as a dj anyway? It’s a good question but not one he thinks to voice aloud. “Oh just a couple of mixes. Mostly pop. A little East and West fusion. If you’re into that kind of thing.” He’d really been trying to step out of his comfort zone and found the rhythmic catchy tunes of pop music a good start. “Are you sure? If I buy you half a meal now and then half a meal when I get paid next week that’s a whole meal you’re missing out on.”

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kryskm

an eyebrow rose, eyes glancing down to his finger as she gently slapped it away. she wasn’t even sure if he even took any pain killers, but she actually wanted to know why he left last night. she did know that he was a dj, but she didn’t think someone would ask him to work yesterday, but then again, he didn’t go to school. so is that where he went or did he just wanted to drink? considering that he was too damn lazy to move, she got up and decided to take care of him just for awhile, heading towards his kitchen for a glass of water and searching through his cabinets. 

❝ hey! where do you keep your pills? ❞ she called out, eyes skimming the cabinets, unsure where he kept his things. 

He doesn't have the energy to fight against his hand being knocked away. exhaustion weighs heavy on him and he finds he has the desire to curl into is pillow and roll up against the cool of the wall. A nice glass of ice water wouldn't hurt too much either. His mouth seems dry and talking makes his throat scratchy but she's there to help. And he can only appreciate that. He hears him question about medicine and he makes a face. The last thing he wanted to do was swallow something. Even if it was going to help him.

"They're on top of the fridge. I think! maybe. I don't know. I don't even know if I'm alive anymore. Maybe I'm not. I'm never drinking again." Now he was just being silly.

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cspvr

At the mention of home he shakes his head almost furiously and then stands up, wiping his lip since it was bleeding. “No.. I’m just fine, no need to worry.. I’ll survive.” He gave the other a small smile, he was used to getting beaten up but not by other people but he knows if he would get back home, it would only get even worse. “You can take me to town if you could do that.. I just want to get away from here for a moment.”

"But you're bleeding." Cameron is stating the obvious, but thinks that by doing so he'll be able to to convince him that he should really seek some kind of medical attention. Or at least contact the police. But when he doesn't want to and suggest another option, Cameron feels obligated to follow along. He's always hoping to see the best in people and assumes that maybe this guy knows someone in town who could help him. "Okay yeah I can do that. My car is just around the corner. Hold on." And with that Cameron breaks into a sprint.

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dylanly

“yeah, you can actually!” he smiles a bit, shuffling so he was lying on his stomach, definitely a lot comfier than he was sitting up. “it’s definitely a very small cake, but i’d imagine it tasting pretty good! though i haven’t tried it myself yet.” he adds. if he were to try he’d probably end up breaking both the mug and the microwave. he definitely wasn’t the strongest in the kitchen, so attempting any of the food-related things on this website was sure to end up disastrous. “well, why don’t we try starting off with that toilet paper speaker thing? seems like one of the easier ones to do on this list. but we’re gonna need a toilet paper roll…”

"Learn something new everyday. But how do you bake it in the oven without it exploding? Wouldn't you have like ceramic mug all up in your cake?" If he was truly using his head he'd know that a microwave was involved and more importantly that ceramics could survive extreme heat, but those convenient details fall away when he first thinks on the subject. It'd be something he'd no doubt feel idiotic about when off on his on later and he attempted to make sense of just what he was asking. It's a forgotten subject as the topic moves on to what Cameron is most interested in. A makeshift speaker. "Oh I have tons of those, hold on." It's mostly due to his refusal to properly clean his bathroom, but he's been stacking up loads of them for weeks. “Should we use like the two ply one? I have cheaper ones. And then we’ll need a knife or scissors too it looks like. I can hunt some of those down too.”

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vuotriste

        “Five.” He repeats again, as if the word will bring Cameron some more reassurance. He knows he’ll be quick, he’s done this dozens of times with other people before, but since they’re friends he feels like he at least owes it to him to be a tad quicker than usual. He’s already making his way past the other when he speaks up, throwing banter over his shoulder as he continues on, “Don’t rip your pants on the way over.” 

        The main entrance isn’t too far, and he makes his way past the long line up of unfamiliar faces before entering the venue; nodding once at one of his many coworkers to acknowledge his presence. The place is swarming with people, busy chatter and the loud bass reverberating against the floorboards is enough to make Renier want to leave. His ears were already sensitive enough as it is, and he wonders again why he bothered to take this job in the first place. Shifting behind the stream of people to slip into the hall of backrooms, the door falls shut behind him and he exhales a sigh of relief; silence filling the air once more. 

        He’s about to head out back where he’d left his companion until a thought strikes him, and he knows if he get’s caught he’d be fired– or completely shunned from the career as a whole. But he isn’t too worried, he’s broken the worst kinds of laws before– stealing is minor. Glancing inside each door as he passes by them, he silently keeps track of the time he’s spent moving about in his head– 200, 201, 202. Renier’s fingers curl around the last doorknob he sees, and he sifts through the keys hanging from his lanyard before the door finally opens with a click. Stepping inside and glancing around the room, his eyes immediately find what he’s looking for, and he snatches one up along with a small invitation slip and shoves it into his jacket pocket. 

        284, 285, 286. He hums quietly to himself, stepping back outside and into the brisk night air as he makes his way towards the fence– and he’s half hoping that Cameron would’ve jumped it by now. He unlocks the gate and pushes the fence open slightly, sticking his head out to look at the other as he fishes in his pocket for the bracelet he’d picked up earlier. “Come on in, Mr. VIP.” He grins, extending his hand out to the other as he waves the object around. “Got you a little something else, too. Says on the invitation slip there’s going to be a bunch of Dutch DJ’s, y’know of any of ‘em? Super famous or something…” 

"Alright." And Cameron takes his word for it. He's never been that great at doing anything bad. Cameron was that kid in school that everyone hated because he couldn't find it in himself not to remind teachers when homework was due or he'd easily break under pressure when a prank was going down. The most rebellious thing he'd ever done in his life was become a musician and he still couldn't help but feel guilty about that. apparent in how often he went out of his way to try and appease his mother.

He knows that this isn't right. That there are people who have paid good money to come to events like this. He too would've paid if he could afford it. but it's just not in his budget and the only other option was someone paying for him - which he'd never ask -- or as in this case, alternative methods like hopping fences. It wouldn't be so nerve racking if he didn't feel as if every pair of eyes in the place was on him.

It's mostly in part to his inability to act natural. He shuffles to the left of the fence first, with fingers hooked over the chain link as he stares up. His stomach is a swirling mass of nerves but he knows it'd work better for them if he went up and over. But even as he starts to push himself upward with the toe of his sneaker shoved into the fence, he drops back onto the ground a second later. He's afraid he won't be able to get over in time without someone seeing him. Even when it's clear the place is emptying out as everyone get's inside.

He's about halfway up when the door opens and he panics. In his mind if he doesn't move then no one can see him. Even when Renier makes it clear that he's staring him down. Cameron drops from the fence and braces on impact with the ground. He quickly dust himself off as bracelet is held out to him. It's taken quickly and cradled in his palm like it'd break. He was just expecting a way inside. This goes beyond even him. "Woah--dude." He doesn't even know what to say. The words stick in his throat. But the appreciation is apparent on his face.

"Hardwell is here? tiesto too? Oh my god. Oh my god! Are you serious?" That's all the invitation Cameron needs. Whatever he'd been feeling before that held him back dissipates at the promise of being up close and personal with people he admired so much. The bracelet is slipped onto his wrist and he slings an arm around Renier's shoulders and he's grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. "This is so awesome. You are so awesome!"

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choiminy

She scratched the back of her scalp, not really knowing what to say. Mina was sure if someone who was into fashion, would judge them and make them both change their clothes. Fortunately to him, she wasn’t that into fashion so to her, sweats covering the shorts and taking them off when he’s behind the booth sounded good. And she got an answer to her question as well. It sounded like people will not see behind the booth. ❞Sweats sounds better. Who knows who’ll see you changing and then you’ll definitely get kicked out of the club.❞ And she didn’t exactly want that to happen because clubbing alone sounded bad and it was bad, especially if there were lots of people and what she has heard, the club where they were going was always full.

She nodded her head a couple times, seeing him disappear again. While waiting him, she started to scan the room again and she was sure she’ll soon know every little detail of it. Her gaze turned back towards Cameron, immediately knowing what to wear. Even though she liked black and it was rare to see any colors on her, she still grabbed the navy blue. Blue was her favorite color and it didn’t matter what kind of shade it was, she’d still like it. ❞Superhero stuff? Are we going to a kids party now?❞ She laughed, looking at him, an amused smile on her lips ❞Where can I change?❞

cameron is no longer fazed by the idea though he hadn't meant he'd actually change up in the dj booth. only that he'd change once he got to the club in a backroom of a bathroom or something. sweats were easier to maneuver in for him though, so he decides that he'll take her advice and it's back to his makeshift closet to pull a pair of gray jogging pants over his shark printed trunks. he even decides to change out of his t-shirt and into a regular v-neck. he wouldn't be winning any awards for most trendy anytime soon but at least now he could manage to look halfway decent without her judgement hanging over his head.

she immediately launches for the navy blue shirt. he hadn't worn one in awhile. in fact he'd slowly been purging his wardrobe of the color blue. wanting more of his favorite color in the mix. so he's happy to see it go. he doubts that he even ask for it back when the night is over. "a kids party?" cameron grins and shakes his head. "what do superheros have to do with kids? they're ranking like billions of dollars at the movie theater and since kids don't work i doubt they're the ones buying up all the tickets." in other words he was feeling slightly defensive about his love for them ( and his many many t-shirts ) and didn't exactly what it to be referred to as childish. "oh you want to change? um, wait--" he directs her to the other half of his apartment that houses his music equipment and points to the shower curtain and rod he installed when he first moved in that crafts his closet. "it's not the best but i kind of haven't cleaned my bathroom in like a month so i don't want to let you in there." a sheepish grin follows. "sorry."