The Dancing Light

Hello! I'm Kalel! I'm eighteen years old and I live in a place called Eden Light manipulation/Edria

[kalel-thelight]

Falling in love in a coffee shop sounds really nice

[robbiehenderson]

That does sound nice. Like something out of a movie.

[kalel-thelight]

Agreed. Although this coffee shop seems hopeless.

I'm Kalel.

[kalel-thelight]

Falling in love in a coffee shop sounds really nice

[daniel--cook]

No, it doesn’t. It sounds corny and unrealistic.

Now fucking in a coffee shop sounds slightly more believable.

[kalel-thelight]

No, you're unfortunately wrong. Fucking in a coffee shop would never happen.

[kalel-thelight]

Falling in love in a coffee shop sounds really nice

but all I see are middle aged women in yoga pants and eleven year olds on their iPhones.

[kalel-thelight]

It's so early

Or bright, or annoying. God I hate days when I have to go outside.

[pippa-burwell-blog]

I'm late, I'm late..

[pippa-burwell-blog]

Yeah, okay. 

Maybe you need to meet better people then.

[kalel-thelight]

I think you're right. 

[mylipsbleeding]

[pippa-burwell-blog]

I'm late, I'm late..

[pippa-burwell-blog]

Fine. I’m only trying to help out a girl who looks pretty damn close to rock bottom. Sorry for trying to help.

[kalel-thelight]

No, no. I didn't mean to sound bitchy, it's just that I haven't met someone genuine in a while.

[pippa-burwell-blog]

I'm late, I'm late..

[pippa-burwell-blog]

Do you need to talk at all?

I can skip class.. I’m not paying for it or anything.

[kalel-thelight]

But I don't even know you. Why do you care? 

[pippa-burwell-blog]

I'm late, I'm late..

[pippa-burwell-blog]

you still drunk, hun? Oh, gosh.

[kalel-thelight]

Not drunk, just...out of it. Sorry.

[pippa-burwell-blog]

I'm late, I'm late..

[pippa-burwell-blog]

Sorry again. 

I’m Pippa. Do you live here?

[kalel-thelight]

she frowns. I don't think I live here, I'm not sure.

I'm Kalel.

[pippa-burwell-blog]

I'm late, I'm late..

[pippa-burwell-blog]

  Oof- Oh, shit! I’m so sorry. 

Are you- Woah.. Someone had a night.

[kalel-thelight]

I'm fine. Thanks for asking, random ass stranger. *she musters a small smile*

[pippa-burwell-blog]

I'm late, I'm late..

Crap. Crap. I’m going to be late.

[kalel-thelight]

She's walking in nonchalantly after a long night of wandering.

Kalel slams into her and takes a few steps back, "Oof!" with her exclamation she's sure evidence of everything she did last night is on her breath.

[nashcunnings]

*gets text*

[nashcunnings]

Goody two shoes that thinks she can act tough.

[kalel-thelight]

I may not be tough, but I'm sure as hell not a goody two shoes.

Nice try, though.

[nashcunnings]

*gets text*

[nashcunnings]

Meh. *shrugs* Wouldn’t want to lie to ya.

[kalel-thelight]

Huh, so I was right?

*smirks* Everyone has a type, I suppose. Even me, I guess.

[nashcunnings]

*gets text*

[nashcunnings]

Wow, don’t you think you’ve got it all worked out.

[kalel-thelight]

Maybe so, that's just a judgement call based on what I've seen. I could be wrong, couldn't I?

[nashcunnings]

*gets text*

[nashcunnings]

And what is my “type”, darling?

[kalel-thelight]

You know exactly what your type is. The conceited guy who's too good for anyone but himself and the girls he shags. At least until he's bored of them, too.

[nashcunnings]

*gets text*

[nashcunnings]

Ouch, someone seems a bit.. touchy.

[kalel-thelight]

Oh, no. Usually I'm a joy to be around. I just know your type, so to speak.