𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑛 , 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛

[therewillbekpop]

[sorafms]

` 𝑺𝑴𝑺  📱 phoenix

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: fell off the map huh? what a dick-face

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: ah fuck sorry i know u don't like words like that

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: shit, i cursed again

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: wow.

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: like furnish like how?

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: i think we can do it, are you up for a challenge?

SORA : i can curse! i just prefer not to do it at the office.

SORA : ~professionalism~

SORA : but it was, in fact, a dickface move.

SORA : uhhh stage it like a real home, make it look enticing. i normally have backups on backups, but i've been leasing more luxury office spaces lately and not actual homes, so my contacts are all booked up.

SORA : always down for a challenge.

SORA : say, you can't cook.. can you?

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` 𝑺𝑴𝑺  📱 jack

jack: I've a friend who could do it in 48.

jack: You may need to start yelling in the middle of Times Square if you need this done within the next 24 hours x-D

SORA : well i can't push the date of the open house on such short notice, but i CAN help speed up the process.

SORA : and i suppose mostly-done is better than not at all, hm?

SORA : but i would love you forever if you know someone who could help !

SORA : don't think i didn't consider it.

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` 𝑺𝑴𝑺  📱 sunnie

SUNNIE : wait, they didn't give you a heads up?

SUNNIE : that's so screwed up

SUNNIE : umm i can make a couple calls? i think my mom may know someone used to a time crunch like that

SORA : nope, of course not!

SORA : tell me about it.

SORA : if you have any leads, that's great! until then i might be hauling whatever i can fit in my car.

SORA : thank god i did not skip the gym this week.

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` 𝑺𝑴𝑺  📱 open

SORA : so, the person i typically work with to stage my properties just fell off the map.

SORA : my messages are not even going through.

SORA : know anyone who can furnish and cater an open house in less than 24 hours ?

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( @sorafms​ )

“ good morning! ” it was roughly one pm when parker poked his head into sora’s office, but what difference did it make to him? he’d showed up to work half an hour ago and still had the starbucks cold brew in his hand to prove it, and ‘ morning ’ was a relative concept. “ i come bearing gifts from little brazil. ” and sure, this detour to the single street that his co-animator ( a chinese-brazilian expat ) deemed representative of real brazilian food made him even later to work than he already was, but everyone knew parker’s 9 to 5 was something closer to 12 to 8 anyway. “ i brought you an acai bowl and everything so that i’m not just showing up with cheese bread and, like, fried chicken croquettes. ” and then he plopped himself down in the chair on the other side of her desk and folded his hands behind his head. “ anyway, i’m avoiding work and also avoiding leaving work because then i have to go talk to nell about dog custody and that sounds like so much more than i have bandwidth for right now. how are you? ”

        𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄,  𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀  𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄  of  the  time,  but  she  doesn't  miss  a  beat  with  greeting  parker  back.  "  morning,  "  she  toasts  the  black  coffee  in  her  own  mug  to  match  his,  since  there  was  never  a  bad  time  to  consume  it  given  the  office  they  worked  in.  her  face  lights  up  when  he  declares  he  comes  bearing  gifts,  and  sora  claps  excitedly.  a  part  of  her  is  relieved  there's  no  cheese  bread  and  fried  chicken  croquettes  -  food  like  that  didn't  bode  well  with  her  anxieties,  but  the  rest  she  could  handle.  "  how  kind  of  you!  come  sit.  "  she  waves  him  in  but  also  gets  up  herself  to  rearrange  the  seating  into  something  less  formal,  before  sitting  down  and  clearing  a  space  for  them  to  eat.  "  so  you're  telling  me  you're  basically  imprisoned  at  masters?  now,  that's  a  pity.  it's  a  pretty  building,  but  i  hear  the  inmates  can  be  quite  brutal.  "

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˛   *   🧷     𝐥𝐞𝐞  ,  𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑎  .  @sorafms​

            it’s  a  humid  summer  in  southampton  ,  the  wind  picking  up  the  salty  air  of  the  ocean  to  the  front  door  of  the  cottage  .  hanbin  had  been  in  the  kitchen  whisking  up  a  small  snack  for  himself  ,  sora  ,  and  eleven - month - old  duri  .  he  picks  up  the  platter  and  the  bowl  for  duri  ,  carefully  balancing  both  as  he  used  his  back  to  push  open  the  door  leading  to  the  back  deck  .  it  has  only  been  three  days  into  their  vacation  ,  and  hanbin  didn’t  want  to  think  about  returning  to  their  fast - paced  lives  in  the  city  .  for  now  ,  he  wanted  to  soak  up  as  much  of  slow  paced  living  as  he  absolutely  could  before  it’s  back  to  the  usual  grind  .  ‘  one  charcuterie  board  for  us  ,  ’  hanbin  announces  his  presence  and  places  it  down  the  table  to  join  their  half  finished  drinks  .  ‘  and  homemade  food  for  my  lovely  duri  .  ’  he  gently  rubs  the  dog’s  head  as  she  prances  over  ,  and  finally  takes  the  time  to  sit  down  with  sora  once  more  .  he  easily  tosses  his  arm  around  the  back  of  the  chair  to  invite  her  closer  .  ‘  i  think  we  should  stay  here  for  longer  than  a  week  .  we  could  always  end  our  house  search  and  stay  here  ,  right  ?  ’

         𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  in  years  that  sora  has  felt  like  this.  of  course,  she'd  always  caught  glimpses  of  it  since  she  met  hanbin,  the  whir  of  butterflies  in  her  stomach  that  made  her  excited  to  wake  up,  to  check  her  phone  when  she  pulled  it  from  her  purse,  the  lackluster  sleep  because  she  was  always  looking  forward  to  her  next  waking  moment.  but  those  feelings  were  overwhelming  now  with  a  weight  completely  off  her  shoulders,  away  from  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  the  city  and  unable  to  be  distracted  by  problems  which  yanked  her  from  the  bubble  they  occupied  together.  her  fingers  idly  brush  through  duri's  fur,  eyes  distant  until  she  hears  the  sound  of  hanbin's  voice.  like  clockwork,  a  smile  springs  to  her  mouth  as  she  turns  to  look  at  him,  face  expressive  in  excitement  of  the  snack  he's  prepared  for  them.  she  presses  closer,  humming  in  thought  at  his  words,  moving  to  rest  her  head  on  his  shoulder.  for  once,  she  feels  at  peace.  "  twist  my  rubber  arm,  bin.  "  her  smile  fades  into  a  smaller  one,  though  not  less  genuine.  "  i  was  just  thinking  the  impossible  has  happened.  i  don't  miss  the  city  at  all.  and  you  know,  real  estate  in  the  hamptons  could  make  me  a  pretty  penny.  "

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“why would you even do that?” gwen asked, confusion in her tone evident. it was times like these that she realized she truly didn’t understand people very well. though more accurately, she realized she didn’t understand her coworkers very well. she didn’t know if she was cut out for the office-space environment. she belonged in the pit, mostly. @masterspost​ 

.

        𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐀𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  weren't  exactly  known  for  their  kindness,  so  sora  watching  someone  bodycheck  gwen  out  of  the  way  to  get  the  last  of  the  break  room  donuts  isn't  surprising,  though  it  does  make  her  feel  bad.  "  i  hear  the  break  room  on  the  next  floor  up  hasn't  touched  theirs  yet.  should  we  check  it  out?  i  assume  there'll  be  a  better  atmosphere.  less  assholes.  "  she  raises  the  end  of  her  sentence  to  make  sure  the  other  person  hears  her  well  and  clear,  before  looking  to  gwen.

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“okay so “allegedly”…i may or may not be going into the supply closet to smoke a joint and i was wondering if you’d want to keep me company.” it was their not so subtle attempting at asking if they’d want to smoke up with them. everyone at masters knew that river was pretty invincible and would never get fired. but that didn’t mean he wasn’t always causing trouble.

@masterspost

        𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀'𝐒  𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄,  waiting  for  a  client  to  meet  her  when  she  hears  a  voice  perk  up.  for  a  moment  she  has  to  pause  and  register  what  they've  just  said,  but  then  her  eyes  grow  wide  and  incredulous.  "  in  the  closet?  "  she  can't  help  the  laugh  of  disbelief  that  escapes  her,  and  she  shakes  her  head.  "  i'll  have  to  pass.  smoking's  not  exactly  my  thing.  but...  what  do  you  do  here?  aren't  you  afraid  that'll  get  you  cut  loose?  "

[dramaintherain]

MY ROOMMATE IS A GUMIHO (2021) || Yang Hye Sun 🦊 E11

[sorafms]

        𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐀𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒  is  long  ,  but  sora's  thankful  that  being  a  regular  means  her  order  is  already  prepared  by  the  time  she  gets  to  the  counter  .  a  quick  trip  to  the  gym  in  her  building  ,  some  breakfast  (  the  only  thing  she  knows  how  to  make  )  ,  coffee  ,  and  she's  still  got  ten  minutes  to  spare  by  the  time  she's  walking  in  the  entrance  of  masters.  "  for  you  ,"  sora  grins  ,  wiggling  the  cup  free  from  the  tray  and  handing  it  to  oliver  when  she  sees  him.  she's  gotten  used  to  their  morning  interactions,  and  while  she  wouldn't  say  it  out  loud  in  fear  of  being  overbearing,  she's  started  using  it  as  a  reason  to  check  in  on  him.  "  did  i  miss  any  dramatics  when  i  left  early  yesterday?  i  heard  a  stray  wandered  into  the  lobby  ,  but  i  hardly  know  what  to  believe  here  anymore.  " @polygrcph​

[elenaalvar-deactivated20200112]

[sorafms]

@prkers

[bettysjuggie-deactivated2026012]

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@hanbintms

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            if  it  weren’t  for  sora’s  clothes  and  the  distant  sound  of  music  floating  down  the  hall  ,  hanbin  would  have  assumed  they  were  on  the  moon  .  he  feels  stupid  ,  really  ,  to  be  allowing  himself  such  feelings  .  he  never  thought  he’d  see  sora  again  ,  especially  not  at  a  work  event  , not  at  a  place  where  people  could  be  hearing  their  conversation  (  it  was  the  last  thing  he  wanted  to  deal  with  right  now  )  .   ‘  and  you  don’t  think  i  was  scared  too  ?  that  i  was  worried  about  us  buying  a  place  together  ,   about  us  building  a  life  together  ?  you  made  my  decisions  for  me  and  that’s  fucked  up  of  you  ,  sora  .  i  had  no  chance  of  saying  how  i  felt  because  you  never  gave  me  the  chance  .  you  never  let  me  tell  you  how  i  felt  ,  if  i  was  ready  for  it  or  not  .  that’s  not  …  that’s  not  fair  .  ’   hanbin  feels  like  a  petulant  child  as  he  begins  repeating  himself  ,  and  he  places  his  hands  on  his  hips  as  he  tries  to  get  himself  to  calm  down  .  even  now  ,  when  he  has  every  right  to  scream  until  his  face  turns  red  ,  he  cares  about  her  well - being  .  he’s  always  hated  to  see  her  cry  and  to  see  her  hurting  .  he  presses  his  lips  together  in  a  firm  line  ,  in  an  effort  to  stop  himself  from  cutting  her  off  .  hanbin  may  be  upset  ,  but  he’s  not  that  much  of  an  asshole  .  he  takes  in  her  words  ,  let’s  them  marinate  in  his  brain  as  he  releases  a  heavy  puff  of  air  that  he’s  sure  he’d  been  holding  since  the  start  of  their  conversation  .  what  does  he  want  from  her  ?  what  kind  of  person  would  he  be  if  he  asked  her  to  quit  her  job  ?  he  would  never  ask  her  to  do  such  a  thing  ,  and  he  would  never  ask  her  to  do  anything  that  hurt  her  in  the  end  ,  even  if  he  was  the  one  hurting  right  now  .  a  scoff  falls  from  his  brims  as  he  scrubs  his  hand  underneath  his  eyes  to  rid  himself  of  the  tears  that  desperately  wanted  to  fall  .  ‘  you  fucked  me  up  ,  sora  lee  .  i  have  never  —  i  have  never  let  someone  in  my  life  like  i  let  you  in  ,  and  i  could  say  how  much  you  hurt  me  until  i’m  blue  in  the  face  ,  but  i  don’t  know  what  i  want  you  to  do  .  i  could  tell  you  to  fuck  off  and  never  talk  to  me  again  ,  but  i’m  not  that  mean  .  what  i  want  —  i  want  you  to  let  me  hurt  .  i  don’t  want  you  to  fix  anything  ,  and  i  don’t  want  you  to  make  anything  right  .  just  let  me  be  ,  sora  .  ’

        𝐀𝐒  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒  to  respect  his  wishes  ,  there's  a  big  part  of  her  that's  desperate  to  say  more.  would  it  change  anything  if  she  did?  if  she  really  explained  herself?  selfishly  ,  she  thinks  she'd  be  devastated  if  all  it  meant  was  that  he  wouldn't  be  like  this  with  her  anymore.  because  while  that  should  be  enough  ,  her  self-absorbed  fantasies  made  it  otherwise.  she  missed  him.  "  i'm  sorry  i  didn't  give  you  a  chance.  i  didn't  ask  you  how  you  felt,  i  didn't  let  you  say  your  piece.  and  i  didn't  give  you  any  closure.  "  it  certainly  won't  fix  anything  ,  but  she  thinks  he  deserves  to  know  that  she's  aware  of  exactly  what  she  did  wrong.  that's  how  apologies  worked  ,  didn't  they?  there's  a  break  when  she  asks  what  it  is  he  wants  from  her  ,  and  sora  nervously  waits  ,  fingers  fully  shaking  now.  she  couldn't  quit  ,  could  she?  at  least  not  without  giving  some  sort  of  notice  ,  but  she's  prepared  to  hear  any  answer  he's  about  to  give  her.  and  she  knows  whatever  it  may  be  ,  no  matter  how  much  it  hurts  her  ,  she'll  do  it.  the  way  her  heart  still  swells  when  she  looks  at  him  tells  her  exactly  that.  another  blanket  of  guilt  falls  over  her  when  he  speaks  again  ,  and  sora  feels  as  though  her  entire  chest  has  caved  in.  the  words  are  so  close  to  the  tip  of  her  tongue  ,  she  nearly  wants  to  scream  to  get  them  out.  i  want  to  tell  you  everything.  i'm  still  scared.  if  i  explain,  would  you  ever  love  me  again?  "  hanbin  ,  i  -  "  sora  pauses  ,  dark  brown  eyes  taking  in  the  sight  of  him  .  exasperated  ,  flushed  ,  cheeks  stained  with  tears  .  she  swallows  the  words  . 

          she  doesn't  deserve  him  .  

          "  if  that's  what  you  want  ,  i'll  let  you  be.  "  she  nods  ,  wiping  furiously  at  the  tears  now  that  won't  stop  coming  .  "  and  if  you  don't  want  to  pretend  ,  then  i'll  be  here  .  if  you  ever  want  to  yell  at  me  or  say  what  you  think  ,  you  just  find  me  ,  okay  ?  "

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           meeting  sora  was  not  in  hanbin’s  plan  —  in  fact  ,  after  his  last  breakup  ,  hanbin  had  put  romance  on  the  back  burner  .  he  had  no  interest  in  having  feelings  for  someone  else  ,  especially  since  he  assumed  that  his  last  serious  relationship  would  have  been  his  last  .  he’d  only  ever  allowed  one  other  person  aside  from  sora  to  infiltrate  his  life  the  way  she  had  ,  and  maybe  it  was  crazy  of  him  to  do  ,  but  hanbin  had  no  interest  in  someone  if  they  didn’t  pass  duri’s  test  .  of  course  ,  duri  was  a  dog  but  she  was  as  judgmental  as  they  come  ,  but  when  the  apricot - toned  pooch  took  a  liking  to  sora  ,  he  figured  he’d  finally  met  someone  else  who  he  could  let  in  .  hanbin’s  no  easy  nut  to  crack  :  it  takes  him  forever  to  let  someone  in  ,  to  let  someone  know  how  he’s  really  feeling  ,  or  to  tell  them  where  he’s  headed  next  .  with  sora  ,  though  ,  all  of  that  happened  so  naturally  .  late  night  talks  with  his  fingers  in  her  hair  as  he  spilled  everything  ,  even  down  to  how  he  currently  felt  about  his  father  .  so  ,  it  makes  sense  when  hanbin  feels  that  his  cheek  is  wet  ,  and  he  angrily  swipes  his  hand  against  the  flesh  in  an  attempt  to  hide  his  frustration  before  sora  can  say  anything  more  .  ‘  don’t  do  that  .  don’t  —  don’t  make  this  about  your  marriage  because  you  know  it’s  not  .  i  get  it  ,  i  understand  how  you  felt  about  your  marriage  ,  and  i  get  that  we  were  rushing  ,  i  was  there  to  see  that  too  .  you  could  have  told  me  ,  though  .  that  …  that  is  where  i’m  not  getting  it  .  you  say  that  you  felt  like  you  finally  got  it  right  ,  but  then  you  turn  around  and  break  up  with  me  .  not - so  respectfully  i  might  add  .  ’  he  sinks  his  teeth  down  into  his  lower  lip  ,  not  wanting  his  frustration  to  bubble  up  in  his  frame  like  it  had  before  ,  but  when  his  chin  quivers  he  knows  he’s  fucked  .  ‘  you  don’t  get  to  say  you  love  me  when  you  broke  my  heart  like  that  .  you’re  not  allowed  to  do  that  to  me  now  .  not  after  all  this  time   .  ’  hanbin  sinks  his  teeth  into  his  lip  ,  and  shakes  his  head  .  ‘  and  that’s  where  you’re  wrong  .  i  don’t  hate  you  ,  i’ve  never  hated  you  ,  but  i’m  mad  .  i’m  mad  at  you  for  hurting  me  like  that  and  thinking  i  can  forget  running  into  you  tonight  .  that’s  not  fair  to  me  .  ’

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒  oceans  away  ,  and  sora  can't  bring  herself  to  think  about  going  back.  in  fact  ,  she  can't  imagine  when  she'll  be  mentally  out  of  this  moment  ,  the  way  it's  surreal  to  be  near  hanbin  again  and  having  this  conversation  at  all.  she  misses  the  version  in  her  head  so  dearly  ,  where  she  told  him  everything  ,  where  it  made  sense.  where  he  understood.  if  the  explanation  she  gives  now  isn't  enough  ,  she  couldn't  blame  him  for  that.  and  while  she  thought  she'd  never  see  the  day  where  she  could  keep  from  giving  him  what  he  wanted  ,  it  seems  it  had  come.  "  people  do  things  in  the  moment  when  they're  scared.  i'm  not  proud  of  it  ,  i  wish  i  hadn't  run  away.  i  wish  i'd  talked  to  you,  but  i  don't  -  didn't  know  how  to  get  the  words  out.  "  there's  no  part  of  sora  that  can  keep  from  tearing  up  herself  when  she  catches  the  emotion  on  hanbin's  face  ;  she  wants  so  badly  to  reach  out  ,  wipe  the  pads  of  her  thumb  across  his  cheeks.  except  that  wouldn't  be  fair,  either.  "  but  i  do.  "  a  quick  hand  reaches  up  to  swipe  her  own  face  ,  voice  quivering  through  her  attempt  at  being  stern.  "  i-i  did  a  bad  thing  -  a  horrible  one  -  but  it  doesn't  change  that.  a-and  i  won't  lie  and  say  it  does.  "  it's  not  her  space  to  cry  and  she  knows  that  ,  doing  her  best  to  compose  herself  ,  keep  her  voice  steady  and  blink  away  the  wetness  continually  collecting  along  the  rim  of  her  eyes  .  her  head  screams  at  her  to  sit  down  and  drink  something  to  deal  with  the  faintness  ,  but  she's  so  far  rooted  in  their  conversation  she  can  barely  feel  the  tingling  in  her  fingers.  "  i'm  okay  with  you  being  mad  at  me.  you  deserve  to  be  mad  ,  hanbin.  i  don't  want  you  to  have  to  pretend  you're  not.  i  just...  i  don't  know  what  you  want  from  me  now.  whatever  it  is,  i'll  do  it.  "  everything  except  one.

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“I love it. I’ll be honest I’ve been eying these trousers since Kenzo’s show last year and the gala’s my excuse for finally pulling the trigger,” Tom admitted. “But my inspiration is Hypnos, the god of sleep so the suit’s actually fitting. Poppies are associated with him as well as the moon and nighttime and stuff,” he said vaguely gesturing to the light eye make up they’d done. “But yeah-” they tended to ramble when they got on tangents they knew a fair bit about. “-yeah! Absolutely” Tom said setting the drink down to offer some assistance. “I’ve probably thrown at least… ten Halloween parties for my birthday so I’ve done this a couple of times,” Tom explained as they got a closer look at their best plan of action here. 

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        "  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓.  "  she  nods  ,  admiring  the  details.  "  when  you  finally  have  an  excuse  and  the  means  to  get  that  thing  you've  been  just  dying  to.  call  me  shallow  ,  but  it's  definitely  one  of  the  joys  of  life  for  me.  "  her  eyebrows  raise  in  curiosity  and  she  smiles.  "  i  did  not  know  that!  see  ,  you  learn  something  new  every  day.  "  with  a  shuffle  she  moves  closer  towards  them  ,  tilting  her  head  and  grabbing  her  drink  back  so  they  can  get  a  proper  look.  "  thank  you  so  much.  it  doesn't  have  to  be  perfect  ,  just...  passable?  "

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“  i  did  enjoy  it,  don’t  worry,  ”  griffin  assured.  he  then  held  up  the  wine  bottle  in  his  hand,  “  i  came  as  dionysus  because  i  always  enjoy  my  drinks,  literally  no  matter  what.  ”  some  might  even  say  it’s  a  problem !  he  smiled  at  the  other  girl’s  laughter,  not  expecting  what  he’d  suggested  to  elicit  that  response,  but  he  of  course  wasn’t  complaining.  “  true,  ”  he  nodded  with  a  grin,  “  or  it  might  get  stuck  and  you’d  have  to  cut  it  out,  which  would  be  even  worse.  forget  i  even  suggested  tape  and  pretend  i  said  something  actually  helpful  instead.  ”

     "  𝐈𝐅  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓.  "  sora  agrees  easily  ,  though  her  face  clearly  shows  how  bemused  she  is.  it  does  click  into  place  considering  the  costume.  "  well  ,  i  think  the  outfit  is  quite  fitting  then  for  what  i've  just  witnessed.  i  don't  think  i've  taken  a  drink  like  that  since  i  was  in  college.  and  i  say  that  with  admiration.  "  she  notes  ,  smile  still  on  her  mouth.  "  i  mean  technically  it  could  still  work  -  but  i  won't  be  the  one  to  try  it.  let  me  know  how  it  goes  if  you  do  ,  though  ."