random to: castvr
this was the guy.
popular amongst his peers. for some reason, he’s got a bunch of friends from the underground scene. a lot of the closest friends he’d met in high school ended up in the kind of career. one even an idol now. he’s wondering, what happened to him? at his age, there were a lot of catching up to do. he was surrounded by people up at their peak while he’s still trying to figure it out. it shouldn’t be too bad but he’s done with saying he’s got time.
what was he on about again? he grips onto what he was holding on, raising his arm to see the marker. “ahhh…” he exclaims in a monotonous tone then a smile paints his features. he doesn’t know why he thought of doing this in the first place. he’s not exactly a fan, just a causal listener but hey, it’s a celebrity regardless and having their autograph would mean he can brag about another story to his friends who probably knew about the rapper in a more personal level anyway. he approaches the male, handing him the marker and pulling his shirt out to stretch. “mister, can you sign my shirt?”
