WORK IN PROGRESS

even though jinho tries to conceal it, their time together has allowed anthony to discern the subtle signs that reveal jinho's distress. anthony nods in understanding, but a sigh escapes him before he can find the right words to say. it feels as if there is so much he wants to express, yet so little he can actually reveal. he ponders whether what he is about to admit is worse than cheating, as it involves something seriously wrong with himself. something he cannot even logically explain, something intertwined with the darkest period of his life. quietly, anthony closes the physical distance between them and takes a seat on the floor in front of jinho's spot on the sofa. his stomach churns with anxiety, rattling his bones, but his care for jinho — for their relationship — compels him to confront his boyfriend's doubts. "you see, i'm not sure if that's such a good thing anymore." anthony begins, aware that jinho's rational nature will make it even more challenging to grasp what he is about to reveal. not that he can blame anyone for deeming him a lunatic upon such an admission. "well," he continues, his throat feeling dry as if he's being strangled by thirst. "i'm a medium." a pause. "i see ghosts." he adds, as if it helps with the overwhelming confusion jinho must feel right now. knowing jinho all too well, he rummages through his pocket and retrieves his second phone, unlocking it before handing it over. "you can see the booking records and everything." he offers, providing tangible evidence to support his extraordinary claim. / @evocatiive

#thread / jinho #thread / jinho & anthony #jinho cannot compute

Fingers fold across his knees, gripping onto the material of his slacks as Jinho waits with baited breath for Anthony to explain himself. Staring down at the other man as he sits in front of him, he braces himself for the worst possibilities, yet the response that comes is one that he couldn't have prepared himself for. He had been anticipating something devastating, not an explanation that, to him, is nonsensical. Brows knit together, attempting to come to grips with what Anthony is revealing. "You're...a medium." The repetition does nothing to help seep the information into his brain, the logical part of him wanting to reject the explanation. Then his boyfriend's second phone is unearthed, and dark, perplexed eyes scan over the records. "Anthony..." The secret appointments make sense, considering it had been all of the gaps in Anthony's schedule that had leant to Jinho's assumptions that his boyfriend had been spending time with other people. He just couldn't have imagined the capacity that he was spending time with them. "You claim to see ghosts." The qualification is a compulsive one, as it doesn't make sense to him. "Do you not make enough at the cafe? I wouldn't have thought that you would take advantage of people like this." That's the only way any of this makes sense. He knows of psychics, of course, and he believes it's all a crock. A scam. Yet how could his sweet boyfriend be capable of such deception? None of it is adding up in his head, no matter how he attempts to spin it. "Ghosts aren't real." // @fadinglights

Scout can't deny she would selfishly enjoy the companionship from the other while on the road. Something about the two of them being the only ones awake while music softly hummed over the radio, with the moon hanging low in the sky... she couldn't think of a more perfect image. "I'm used to traveling with Fin," she offers with a shrug. "So, I know a thing or two about constant distractions," she laughs. "Can't promise you won't be distracting in a different way though."

#thread / eevee #thread / eevee & scout

"Okay, that's fair. I can imagine that travelling with them comes with a bunch of laughs, but also maybe unexpected stops on the road." Eeevee would do her best to be prepared for all of it unaccustomed to travelling long distances by car. The new experience would be an exciting one. With a bright laugh, she offers Scout a consoling thumbs up. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior and keep my hands to myself. Won't make the same promise when we get to our lodgings though."

starlingisms

Her fork had more engagement with the breakfast Aaron made far more than she was consuming it, but she forced herself to take a few more bites. Back home, or rather her father’s home, she wouldn’t give a second thought about where her food came from or who cleaned the house from top to bottom. But now that she was stuck living with Aaron, who at least seemed somewhat involved in daily life activities, Chloe felt… well, an iota of appreciation for the gesture. Sure they still had hired staff, but only the few trusted ones who were willing to sign a strict NDA. Even if this whole marriage was just a transaction, Chloe could appreciate that at least one of them was trying. And she almost detested him for it. It almost made her want to like him.

“Great–make sure to send me a calendar invite and I’ll let me friends know.” She couldn’t help but wonder if Aaron was trying to control the setting so that he could be in an environment that wasn’t completely out of his comfort zone. Being around her friends might easily change that. “I didn’t say anything about possessive and controlling, but the impressions are not great. I imagine your friends don’t think highly of me either.” A nonchalant shrug followed, not quite caring what the opinions were of Aaron’s own circle. “And no… I don’t think that would be wise,” she replied begrudgingly. “I would rather they speculate in case word somehow leaks out to the public. It’ll be easier for us to fix if we’re not obvious, even to them.” Now fully giving up on her food, which she at least ate most of, she got up with the intention of tossing the rest into the trash but stopped short before turning to the counter to pack the rest into a container for later. Damn husband making her feel bad for tossing his homemade breakfast

“Any information that has been released publicly should be fine. In terms of personal life, we can tell them we went to Bali for our honeymoon but had increased security hence the lack of photos. Oh, and my drink of choice is an Old Cuban, otherwise a Mojito is fine. You should at least know how to order my drink at a bar,” she stated simply before deciding she should make an effort too. Letting out a sigh, she looked at him expectantly. “Yours?” | @evocatiive

They are in the same boat, but it often feels like they are paddling in two different currents in an eye of a storm. And if Aaron wants to avoid a shipwreck, he has to learn how to steer toward Chloe, even if marginally, yet it seems he is continually meeting resistance. If not from her directly, then from his own internal conflicts and misgivings. He had been constructed to be the perfect son and only knew how to act because of his parents' constant guidance, overseeing, and micromanaging. The same kind of approach wouldn't work to become a good husband. Frankly, he didn't think that he is cut out to be one. Besides, Chloe doesn't want a husband. She doesn't want a friend. Yet he has to carve out some role in her life that doesn't designate him as the enemy. Because if he doesn't, he will surely suffocate and drown.

"That works with me." He nods. "I will do that now." Diligently, his utensils are set aside to do just that before he forgets. His day is already planned down to the letter, Sunday a day that he designates for errands and any household tasks that isn't seen to by their hired staff. His tapping fingers pause, glancing from his screen back up to her. "No, I suppose not. My friends have labelled you as catty." He decides to be frank about it, though his social circle is incredibly small, mostly consisting of family friends rather than friends he had selected himself. None of them had been plainly told what their situation is, yet he wouldn't be surprised if some of them have surmised that their marriage is an arranged one. Much like Chloe's friends might be clued into the same with them hanging out together. "I will do what I can to hold up the rouse, then." His eyes follow her to the kitchen, somehow touched that his food isn't going to waste, before finishing up his calendar invite and hitting send. "We don't want to chance any candid photos making the rounds either."

The honeymoon had been air tight, thus why they had avoided anyone following them to Bali to begin with. He pulls up his notes application on his phone so that he could write down the information for later study. "An Old Cuban or mojito. Easy enough to remember. You have an affinity for mint then?" Perhaps he should ask their chef to incorporate more mint into their diet. "A Negroni or Aperol Spritz would be my cocktail preference, but I also would not turn around a nice chianti." Compelled to explain his choices, he adds, "I went on a tour of Italy the summer I turned twenty-one." // @starlingisms

#thread / aaron #thread / aaron & chloe

it is in hana's nature to prefer remaining in the shadows. few people know enough to connect her face with her reputation and maintaining a level of secrecy is necessary for obvious reasons. that's why she is taken aback when minki asks her to be his date to the gala and decides to decline the invitation for once. however, her resolve noticeably softens when he presents her with the dress he has already bought for her. material gifts don't hold much significance for her, but the fact that he took the time out of his day to choose it touches her in a way she didn't expect. then again, she never thought they would have come this far either. "oh, it's actually a nice dress." she comments genuinely, though it shouldn't come as a surprise since he's always been meticulous about appearances. "but have you considered that i don't like people? because i really don't." she points out, as if presenting a convincing argument in a courtroom. he is a rare exception and accepting that fact took a considerable amount of time. / @evocatiive

#thread / minki #thread / minki & hana #definitely picturing the dress in that dazzling green

She deserves her place in the spotlight. While she has thrived a long time in the shadows, Hana should step out of that comfort zone every once in awhile. A part of the invitation, too, spurs from a place that wants to show her off. Minki holds up the dress, hanging it on the hook of the back of the door and turning to face the woman with an upturned, manicured brow. Having expected some resistance from her, he had come prepared. "And you think that I do?" Surely she knows that it would be ludicrous to assume that Minki had any more affinity for other human beings than she did. "What does that have to do with enjoying a night of luxury and having people schmooze up to you for a change? This event is all about making an appearance and exuding wealth. And you would look quite expensive in this." And lovely. Minki had put in a great deal of effort considering what would best accentuate Hana. "It wouldn't do good for me to show up alone. They serve a full five-course meal. Think of that before you turn me down for another night of instant ramen." // @fadinglights

"oh, wow." jules exclaims, taking a moment to process how crazy it all is. first, the obsessive fans are flocking to her social media to leave hate comments for doing her job, and now, not even her boyfriend, who works far from the entertainment industry, is spared. "but what if..." she trails off, taking a few more seconds to organise her idea. "what if you take the chance to start a channel and begin posting your music? i mean... if they're already there on your account, they may click around and you might as well use the attention for your benefit." besides, not all the attention is necessarily malicious... some people who aren't part of the ludicrous mob are only there to catch up on the drama. / @evocatiive

#thread / seonho #thread / seonho & jules #and i am only going to encourage this toxic behavior xoxo #i went with the matching blonde for...reasons hehe

Seonho had been expecting a few stray comments to hit his social media after Jules' post, ready to take them in stride and happy to stand hand-in-hand with his girlfriend against delusional fans. What comes as a surprise is the amount of traffic that is pouring onto his page. The suggestion posed by Jules leaves him bewildered, bottom lip pulled into his mouth. "I don't know...I don't have much recorded..." And what he does have is deeply personal, primarily songs that had come to him during the last year with Jules on tour or ones that were years old that dated back to his mother's diagnosis. "Couldn't that draw backlash too? Like...people might think I'm just grifting or whatever, and I don't want that to come back to you negatively in some way..." He grips any excuse he can, having given up on his musical dreams so long ago. // @fadinglights

Bash nods before words can follow, "Only incredibly," he grins. While his girlfriend was distracting him it wasn't unwanted in the slightest. The pens he was using went ignored long ago, the telltale signs he needed a break to come back and look at things differently. "See, the thing with that is, my muse apparently doesn't care about deadlines," he laughs.

#thread / leilani #thread / leilani & sebastian #hehehe i am glad you approve!#i saw the open and leilani's muse soared to life :')

"I can see how that would pose a problem...." Leaning down, she swoops her hair back and assesses what Bash has already constructed. Leilani isn't able to tell what the current end goal is, but she knows that he's thin on time to figure it out. "Anything I can do to help? I could pick up an extra shift at the diner if you need me to leave home for a few hours, give you some space to recalibrate."

"only if you choose to see it that way," despite her outward altruism, there may be a part of her that takes advantage of their situation. she doesn't help others solely out of sheer goodness, even though it may appear that way. paradoxically, helping others fulfils an inner need within her to be needed. she would rather exhaust herself from caring too much than become numb and apathetic to the world she resides in. a chuckle slips from her lips at youngjo's witty retort. "try me." she challenges, open to the idea of an experiment to test his hypothesis. “maybe i won’t.” while yisoo doesn't share blood ties with her brothers, they will always be family in her eyes. they were the ones who initially made her feel at ease when she first entered the family of distant relatives whom she had never met before. "he's now a prosecutor, and no, he did most of the fixing himself." she reveals with a shrug, her voice laced with pride. "it's funny how life works sometimes, isn't it?" she reflects on the unexpected turns life has taken her, from once being terrified of hospitals for unfortunate reasons to now spending most of her life in one. her hands no longer tremble as they once did; instead, they remain steadfast as she tends to those who depend on her strength in times of vulnerability. "sleep." yisoo immediately suggests, her response brimming with unfiltered honesty, before she realises the potential implications of her words as she sits in front of a half-naked man in the middle of the night. she suppresses a laugh at the silly thought. "you shouldn't waste energy crawling back. i'm lending you my couch tonight, and i'll accept no arguments." she believes any celebration they may deserve should be saved for the next day when they are better rested and distanced from the struggles of today. a question crosses her mind then. "have you eaten?" despite the unforeseen circumstances behind his presence tonight, he is still a guest, and yisoo refuses to let a guest go hungry. though yisoo had taken a chance by touching him, part of her expected him to back away. but he doesn't. her lips slowly curl into a smile as he acquiesces, akin to the delight one experiences when a stray cat sheds its defensive demeanour and warms up to one's presence. she realises she made the right decision by involving mandu in their negotiation. her experiences dealing with challenging patients in the hospital has helped her master the art of persuasion. while she isn't particularly thrilled about the compromise, she understands that it's the most she can expect him to concede. "obviously," she echoes, nodding with feigned seriousness. "try to get hurt less. he's a big worrier."

#thread / youngjo #thread / youngjo & yisoo

"It's not just how I see it. You must wear rose-colored glasses." Youngjo always assumes the worst in people. It's safer. The only gentle person that he has ever known prior to meeting Yisoo had been his mother, and he had witnessed firsthand how terrible the kind ones are treated. Young perceptive eyes had bore witness to the horrid treatment she had endured for the sake of raising him, could recall every stress line that burdened her tired smile. Time would wear similarly wear on Yisoo, he is convinced, and he would hate to see it. "Is that a dare? I don't back down from a challenge. I can take a vow of silence, and all you will be left with is Mandu's occasional meows." Doubtful that he could live up to such a dare. Yisoo is an exception in many ways, and far more words tumble out of his mouth when she is around. There are people who have seen him multiple times yet don't know the sound of his voice. Another thing that he had learned young is that his voice does not carry and could be easily silenced. It's part of why he much prefers to speak with his fists. People got the message that he is conveying far better that way than through verbalizing them. "A prosecutor?" His distaste is apparent through the scrunch of his nose. To Youngjo, a lawyer is similar to any kind of law enforcement, and they are all scum beneath his feet. "Sounds like he ruined himself more than he fixed it..." He chooses not to linger on the subject, not wanting to debate Yisoo on the matter, merely nodding, commenting dryly, "Life is an ironic bitch." He has been told time and time again that to even be alive is a blessing, yet he thinks it's sad that's the standard. There should be more to life than what is offered to many. "The couch, huh?" Eyes fall to the cushions, leaning against them. They would do. He has slept in worse conditions, like up against a trash can back in his younger years right after he had run away. "Fine, I won't argue. Consider that my way of being 'silent.'" Considering that arguing is a sport for him. He shakes his head. "I'm not hungry. All I can manage right now is maybe some liquids before I pass out." His eyelids are heavy, his face pale from the blood loss. "Tch. Right..." The cat is scooped up into his arms. "I'll provide the little guy with plenty of assurances that I'm alright. He can sleep out here with me tonight." // @fadinglights

decadentias

IT HAD TAKEN HER A while to emotionally recover from the kidnapping incident. Everyone in her family hadn't been helpful except for her siblings. She had been constantly told that it was her fault for getting involved with a man like him. She had discovered the real Jason and seen what he was capable of. Despite everything she had heard and known, it didn't change the way she felt about him. She didn't love him any less. Knowing how he was wired, he must have assumed the worst and blamed himself for what happened. Recuperating a bit, she finally had the energy to get up in bed. A moment of clarity came to her. She knew exactly what she wanted to do–—to see Jason and talk to him. She had begged her brother to help her leave the palace. Flynn had been reluctant but he had eventually taken pity and let her. She had no idea where Jason was, but she knew there was one person who knew about his whereabouts. It was a bit difficult to persuade Minki, but after some quarrel between him and his wife (or whatever they were), she got her answer.

Desperate to see Jason, she rushes to where he is. She feels that intense longing upon seeing him. "Jason," she calls softly. Fleur fights the urge to run into his arms and hold him. She really misses him. Greatly.

closed starter for @evocatiive // Jason

#thread / jason #thread / jason & fleur #pls chaotic spouses just want to b*ng #and there are these two going Through It 😔

He never should have let his grandmother introduce them. That day at her match, Jason should have only admired her from afar and never gotten so close. The second that he had let her into his life, he had put Fleur in danger. The kidnapping incident had been a living hell for him, and he has not known peace since she had been taken. Not even being the reason that she had been rescued could calm him down or balm the guilt that tugs at his conscience.

He retreats from the world, becomes a recluse with only Minki aware of his location. So when there is a knock on the door, he assumes it's the delivery that he had ordered. Coming face-to-face with Fleur instead when he opens the door is gutting, Jason stepping back and his eyes blowing wide. "Fleur..." She appears in front of him like one of the many illusions that he has experienced during his time spent to himself. Fingers clench at his sides, slowly raising to brush against the apples of her cheeks to confirm that she is solid and real. Safe. He swallows back the sentiment that threatens to swarm to the surface. "You shouldn't be here..." // @decadentias

Melody shakes her head before she can even answer, "Our standing moving date is very important to me. If anything I'm just going to be more annoying than usual about my critique of the score," she chuckles. "I will be invited to the premiere," Melody grins. "--which is at that old movie theater downtown. I have been promised a red carpet, no matter how small." While she was downplaying the opportunity at every turn she was thrilled about the stepping stone. "You should be my date. You are the first person I've really told after all."

#thread / eliot #thread / eliot & melody

"That is totally fine with me. You know I always welcome your insight." She had never considered music choices so much since Melody entered her life, but Eliot is convinced that her movie viewing experience is all the more enriched for it. "It's so encouraging to me that the theater is thriving. Truly a city landmark." One that Eliot had helped renovate not too long ago, one of her first work projects post-divorce. "I would be honored to be your red carpet date." Excited butterflies already flutter in her stomach. "I will have to buy you a bouquet for the occasion, just to ensure that you get your flowers." Literally if not figuratively.

starlingisms

[WHISPER] [ ophelia x seonho🤭]

[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears | @evocatiive 🙈

The two lay comfortably in Seonho's bed, a place of increasing familiarity and warmth for Ophelia. While cuddling up beside his form, she had reached for his hand and laced his fingers with hers. Their digits laze against each other, pressing and pushing, lacing and stretching. Strands of hair had been tucked behind her ear after an eventful night of bedroom activities. The lull of a slow, quiet morning allows for sleeping in together.

"You know, I've always wondered what it'd be like to have my hand in yours," she mutters softly against him. Her voice is light and airy with a hint of sleepiness lingering at the edge. "And even though your hands are rough, they can be so gentle with me." She let a thumb caress and swipe across his palm before pressing his hand to her lips for a soft kiss. Her hand then drops and presses against his bare chest and feels his heart beat, his breathing rising and falling. Another comforting sensation that she realizes helps her fall asleep easily.

"And every time I'm here, I feel like I can stay here forever." A small pang follows at those words but Ophelia chooses to ignore it and to let them just be in the moment. And in this moment, she wants Seonho--his company, his time, him.

With renewed energy, a coy expression crosses Ophelia's features as she pushes herself up to look over at Seonho. Head tilts as her gaze meets a curious look before she situates herself to straddle upon him. Her hands reach for his again, weaving them together once more, before she leans down for a quick peck.

"Ready for another round?"

#save / for me #save / from starling #dynamic / seonho & ophelia #pls it definitely counts as Sweet #ophelia feeling at peace with him is Everything 🥺#the quiet intimacy. the dichotomy of their hands. the soft touches. the inherent comfort with each other?#i love it all so much and ophelia can have as much of seonho as she wants!!

popcultr-a

CLOSED STARTER FOR @evocatiive

MUSE: oliver monroe / 29 / radio dj / heterosexual

oliver groans, "how long do i have to sit here?" he asks, the two of them were getting for a halloween party with friends. the other was doing his make-up, "surely you must be done by now, please"

#thread / eevee #thread / eevee & oliver

"Be patient," Eevee insists with a tut, poking him in the nose with the makeup brush. "I am just doing the finishing touches so that you have the complete look. Which you will need in order for us to win the costume contest." Which is fully her intention, applying a dab of blush onto the apple of Oliver's cheeks. // @popcultr

jules realises that arguing with him is a futile battle she cannot win — his optimism shines too brightly and she doesn't have the heart to dampen it. maybe so, but i like the view from here. she can only hope that this sentiment will endure and that she won't one day shatter those rose-tinted glasses with her reckless hands. "no, she doesn't," jules fibs, fully aware that she is treated like a princess in her own household. or at least as much as the older woman can provide under the given circumstances. then again, anyone would be overjoyed to have someone like seonho as their child — a person with such angelic smiles and an even kinder heart. "...but yeah, i think she's really happy that we're dating. there's nothing for you to worry about." for once, her mother didn't furrow her brows upon learning about jules' new relationship. jules doesn't blame her mother for her past reactions, considering her own string of ill-fated choices that contributed to a profoundly shattered heart. she melts under the gentle press of his lips against her forehead, silently agreeing to let go of her insecurities and give him some respite. even though he never complains about it, it's not his responsibility to constantly tend to her emotions, which often spiral out of control. "that was it?" she asks, not expecting anything grand or movie-like, but the mundane moment he described wasn't what she had anticipated either. "i like your stupid jokes," she says with a fond smile. it's peculiar how much she adores his sunny disposition, which contrasts with her own humour that carrying a darker undertone. "the funniest part is when you start laughing at them before you even finish telling them." / @evocatiive

#thread / seonho #thread / seonho & jules

"Please, I am pretty sure all members of both of our families prefer you to me." And Seonho's wide grin gives away that he's not at all displeased by that fact. He knows that he's likeable, too, but especially in the case of his siblings, it's a little different since he is the one responsible for them as their stand-in parental figure. Whereas he is the lame older brother, they see Jules as someone who is far cooler. And he can't deny that. "But it's a good thing. Everyone around us seems to be happy that we're together. Even your brother who probably would just appreciate it if we turn down the volume on PDA when we are around him." That's more of a Seonho issue than a Jules one, as he likes to be in contact with her, as if the physical connection is grounding him to reality. Sometimes it feels like a dream that they are actually dating, that he gets to hold onto this nugget of happiness in the sea of stress that he swims through every day. Keeping his head above water can be taxing, yet whenever he's able to spend time around his girlfriend, it's like a jolt of energy to that helps him stay afloat. "Yeah, that was it. I mean, like I said, it was probably the combination of a lot of little moments but that one stands out in my memory as, like, cementing my feelings for you not being purely platonic." Then it had taken him quite some time to come to grip with his feelings, and even longer to find the courage and conviction to do about it. He's beyond glad that he did. He laughs heartily, eyes crinkling. "I can't help it! Sometimes I am the only one that appreciates my jokes, and I need laughter to live. Do you know how awful it is to share the jokes with my siblings and be met with silence? Or worse, their collective groans?" A hand covers his heart as if genuinely wounded, acknowledging that his sense of humor is close to that of a stereotypical dad. // @fadinglights

packagecfgirlyevil

open starter. based on this post ; stella & ( your muse ) are rival professors at boston college. they spend most of their time bickering and arguing but are also absolutely attracted to each other. stella garcia // mid 30s, psychology professor. heterosexual.

it wasn't surprising that they were the last two left in the building; stella was trying to review papers, once again, a new semester bringing in a fresh crop of students who took psych simply because it sounded interesting without realizing the intensity of it. after yet another 'c' effort, she needed a refill of coffee - and to move her legs around a little.

but the coffee pot in the staff room was empty, again, and she turned on her heels to see them holding a fresh cup, her nostrils flaring slightly in annoyance. "didn't think about refilling, did you?" she asked, her voice admittedly a little harsher than it was with most of her colleagues. "you walked by my office not twenty minutes ago - you knew i was still here."

#thread / connor #thread / connor & stella #new blog new verse for these two??? hehehe

His eyes are blurring and crossed by the time Connor decides to momentarily part with the stack of papers on his desk for a much brain boost. Simply going through the motions of pouring himself a cup of black coffee, the liquid remains unsweetened as he brings the porcelain mug to his lips and quirks a brow at Stella's appearance and subsequent snide gripe.

"Forgive me, I didn't realize that I had been elected as office manager this semester," he remarks coolly, swallowing another long sip. "How could I have known that one, you are still here, and two, that you would want a caffeine boost as well. At this time of night, brewing a full carafe wouldn't make any sense. If you're that desperate, I think there's some instant stuff in one of the cupboards." // @packagecfgirlyevil

packagecfgirlyevil

"Well, when we came out here, Red Beard over there was wearing shoes and now - " she raised an eyebrow, the resident of the first floor who notoriously walked around half dressed slowly de-robing in front of the entire building even in an emergency.

"I would have grabbed my wallet so I could just get a hotel room to be honest," she admitted with a yawn. "I only just got off work like three hours ago, and I have another - maybe three? Before I'm due back. This was the worst possible night, really. Wanna see if we can convince someone to doordash us some coffee?"

#thread / shane #thread / shane & savannah #FJALDJFAL pls merrick my love of course she did #we support women's rights and woman's wrongs in this household tho

"Yikes." Shane tries to grimace as his eyes trail to Red Beard but ends up laughing instead. The sleep depravation at this point makes almost everything funny to him, which he supposes is a better attitude to have than being snippy with everyone around them since he knows no one is really at fault besides whatever idiot started the fire.

"Wow, you must be running on fumes, huh? Clopen shifts are literally the worst. I'm not sure how you are still even standing at this point," he sympathizes with Savannah, eyes moving around. "If we can't, I may just hoof my way over to the 7/11 a few blocks down. I am lucky that I can move my appointments around as needed, but I feel for you..." He blinks blearily. "Which...could you remind me of your name? I feel like a terrible neighbor, but please keep in mind that my brain is groggy right now..." // @packagecfgirlyevil

Angelo could hardly bring himself to look at Seonho for a multitude of reasons. Embarrassment being the primary one, but he also feared what he would see looking back. Pity? Anger? Hurt? He couldn't imagine it would be anything good. Of all the ways he hoped the pair could reunite this wasn't one he even got close to considering. "Oh," he breathes. The reasoning made sense, and worse yet he didn't know who else he would call if Seonho didn't show. "I'm sorry you got dragged into all this."