o f b l u n t s a n d e y e l i n e r s;
--- @lluminkyu ; 9:28pm
minjoon was seated on minkyu’s couch, curiously staring at the contents the beat up coffee table was decorated with. he is saying beat up, but maybe his standards were just high. the details of the table weren’t even important, much more, what was splayed out on it. “and you... really want to do this now at like, nine pm in the evening? what if i fall asleep before it hits midnight?” minjoon’s gaze shot up to minkyu. “do i look like my granma to you? i won’t sleep before midnight.” he knew he was just pussying out on the other now. he had never smoked a joint in his life; but then again the deal of being able to teach the other a bit of his own world was too sweet to deny. putting on make up on people who were pretty much nonchalant about it was a sweet. sweet getaway and relaxation for him. he sighed. “anyway, teach me your ways, master.” hm, weird to use that type of word in not its usual context.











