Aug 19, 2014
dylan: so dylan: hey dylan: 's been a while
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dylan: so dylan: hey dylan: 's been a while
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"I should know that I'd spend all the whole day listening to your message that I'm keeping and never deleting."
After pressing the elevator buttom, Dylan dig his hands deep inside the front pockets of his jeans, his lips pursed a little as he started to whistle a random tune that was in the depths of his mind, waiting for the elevator doors to open so he could go to his floor and rest after a busy day. After a few seconds of him , the doors before him opened, revealing an empty elevator to his eyes. He stepped inside before he turned to face to the corridor that he was just standing in. Licking his heart shaped lips, he was about to press the buttom of his floor, but he stopped at the sight of a girl making her way to the elevator he was in, making him to lower his hand to the side.
"—So, you got drunk voicemails from me last night." Dylan said, leaning his back against the wall before crossing his arms over his chest. The brown eyed sure did know that he got drunk last night, but he didn't recall sending random voicemails to anyone, but oh well, he wasn't that alarmed as he have done much worse than sending voicemails in a drunk state. After seeing the other person nodding, he just gave a slight chuckle. "Five bucks that I said something related to fuck."