#92psh

[kryptonos]

"It's call privacy."

black swan starter prompts // not accepting

he doesn’t know why he bothers. 

clothes strewn halfway across the room, books in piles, instant food packaging covering the floor in heaps— he really doesn’t know why he’s here. there’s a tick in his shoulder that refuses to go away, and a permanent frown on his lips. it’s when he tries to step over the mess haphazardly, that he thoroughly regrets the decision to take his socks off. 

he supposes he only has himself to blame, turning up unannounced and trying to ask for a favour of sorts (he had tried to call, but each dial went to voicemail and it was urgent). he’s halfway bent to pick up a piece of garbage when a voice calls out from one of the rooms-- he straightens himself in mild surprise. "it's called privacy." kade rolls his eyes. 

“if you wanted privacy, you wouldn’t have typed in your passcode really fucking slow that one time. 000000, really?”, he grumbles, dusting his hands off before bringing his gaze to dominic, “look, if you help me with something i’ll tone down my ranting on how filthy your house is.” 

[orionin]

92psh

Kill Your Darlings (2013 Movie): Sentence Starters. status - not accepting! ( x )

“Didn’t know they added a god damn rule on who’s allowed to be in here.” He was seated comfortably in one of the chairs across from the mirror of the practice room. “I was waiting for someone.” He says, but its obviously a lie. Dominic had no business lurking around the university’s campus, but he was desperate and this was probably the last place they would search to find him. “Name’s Shaggy. I’m not gonna hurt you if that’s what you’re thinking.” He scrutinizes the male’s figure; they weren’t that bad looking. He concluded he was probably one of the many dance majors at this school. “Its been 30 minutes and my friend still hasn’t shown up. I guess I’ll take my leave.” He really doesn’t want to leave, but he doesn’t want to step on the male’s toes, so he gets up and shuffles towards the door in a slow, dreading manner. 

Still leaning against the doorway of the practice room, Jongin gives the other male a searching look before he nodding his head in understanding. The guy was right, technically there wasn’t a rule about who or who wasn’t allowed inside the practice rooms.

“I didn’t think you were going to but thanks for clarifying.” Jongin brushes past the other, shouldering off the heavy backpack he’s wearing and let’s it drop to the floor with a loud thunk. He ignores the other’s presence as he continues to set up, adjusting the lights in the room. It’s only when he turns to get a water from his bag that he realises that the other is still around, when he speaks up suddenly. 

“If you want to stick around it’s alright.” Jongin says, removing a couple of waters from his backpack. He almost takes back the words when he finally looks up, noticing just how tall the guy is, “So who is this friend you’re waiting for, Shaggy– right?” Jongin’s gaze falls back to his bag as he zips it up again, “Maybe I know him.” It’s not that he believes the other’s story but he’s curious to find out what exactly the other wanted. “Thirsty?” he offers the second water bottle for the other to take.