— @fmdxinhei
Until recently he would have been able to simply walk a few feet and knock on the another’s door, but their dorm days were no more.
Lying awake in bed, Charoen had exhausted his Instagram and Twitter feeds, nothing new showing up, which was understandable since he had already wasted an hour scrolling and scrolling and occasionally ‘liking’ a post, but mostly scrolling. When it became unbearable — the constant rolling back and forth in bed — he turned over once more, this time texting Xinhei. Clicking his phone off, he set it on the night stand, not expecting the other to reply considering the late hour.
But he did.
As the phone’s screen lit up with a notification, Charoen watched the light die, his own surprise getting the best of him as he retrieved the device and typed away.
sent | 01:42 [ Any interest in a walk? It’s a clear sky, which means plenty of stars. ]
Sending the message off, he rubbed a hand over his weary eyes. Hanging his legs over the edge of the bed he glanced back at the phone, still dark in wait. His eyes wandered to the closet, and he rose to dress himself. Regardless of whether or not Xinhei wanted to join him, he need to get out for a little while.
As he slipped on a pair of shoes, his phone flickered to life. Stumbling to the device, a smile spread across his face as he saw the response.
— — —
His hands formed fists in his coat pockets, chin tucked into the popped collar as his feet tapped restlessly. It was colder then he had anticipated, blinking back the water that had gathered around the corners of his eyes. Clearing his throat, he glanced down the street to see Xinhei making his arrival, and a grin sprouted on his previously emotionless face.
“Thanks for coming out,” he began once Xinhei got closer, still smiling. “Didn’t know it was going to be this cold, though. Sorry.”
