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[lovepctions]

"I just think Finn needs to stop being a little chicken shit and just throw the fuckin' party," Laryssa harshly insisted, darting a cold look to her wealthier counterpart. The princess and radio dj had been inseparable since she had arrived to the states, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid to spout her opinions. Or as a matter of fact, her needs and wants. "It's not like they are going to be after us. We barely knew Avery and Kevin — like sure, I slept with Kev that one time at one of your shindigs, like ten months ago, but that was all in the past."

Finley, on the other hand, despite his own thoughts on the matter of throwing an event in his family's estate after the murder of two of their classmates three nights prior, couldn't in his heart find a reason to deny his friend her want to let loose and hang out with the rest of grad-school-group under one roof. But he needed second, third, and even fourth opinions. "Whaddayou guys think, huh? Like... obviously there's strength in numbers."

"God, Finley, do you ever just think for yourself?" Clem teased with a smirk pulling at their lips. They had almost every horror-slasher movie memorized in their back pocket — one could say they were a connoisseur. They'd never tell the others, but what happened three nights ago, somewhat... excited them. "Who's to say the murderer isn't on the invite list anyway?"

@neverkisseds

[daechvita]

Apenas la figura opuesta se asoma por la puerta, no duda en liberar las serpentinas directo sobre él, una risa cristalina resonando mientras corre a darle un fuerte abrazo. El Happy Birthday es cantado de cerca frente al castaño y cuando termina, no duda en rodear sus hombros y acariciar su nariz con la propia. "Feliz Cumpleaños, my prince. Gracias por compartir otro año más de tu vida conmigo." (MAS VALE TARDE QUE NUNCA)

Después de su día en la universidad, no podía pensar en otra cosa más que en volver a casa, abrazar a su novio y dormir probablemente una siesta juntos. Aun así, y como siempre, Taesun tenía ideas diferentes puesto que logró sorprenderlo hasta el punto de pegar un saltito, recibiendo luego al más bajo para envolver la estrecha cintura con sus manos, maneándose al son de una canción de cumpleaños. - —Gracias, sunshine. No por la fiesta improvisada, sino por todo lo que has hecho por mí. No sería un “feliz” cumpleaños si no fuese por tu presencia. — -aseguró, dejando otro besito en su nariz antes de acomodarse en contra de su hombro, “bailando” un poco más en brazos del contrario.