#ic;aska

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{ riff-raff-tales }

— { ❇ } Honestly, this is not what he expected to find when he decided to check the other's laptop out. Actually, he was pretty sure he wasn't meant to find this. Just one look. He just wanted to take one look at the playlist Vincent left open on his laptop, just to find out what music taste his roommate actually has. But as soon as he put the headphones on, the title of said playlist jumped into his eyes, causing Aska’s face to heat up and he barely managed to hold back a startled gasp, headphones were carelessly tossed aside. This doesn't have to mean anything... right? Or does it?

           Screw this. He wants to know what's up with that ( kind of creepy ) thing, so he allowed his raised voice to echo through the loft. "Vincent! What the fuck is that?!"

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[text: tiny terror] come over then [text: tiny terror] we’ll be sleepless together

{ txt; to giant weirdo }

                               Are u sure?

{ txt; to giant weirdo }

                                Don’t wanna bother u.

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— { ❇ } "Not old enough to buy that?! What the fuck?! I'm not a kid! I'm twenty! T-w-e-n-t-y! I'm old enough to buy a fucking movie!" And cue some loud protest by the checkout, fighting with the cashier back and forth. He didn't expect to actually need his ID here, just because he's kind of short.

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— { ❇ } Blinks. Once— Twice, before finally moving forwards in a attempt to make the person currently blocking his view smaller by pushing them down by their shoulders, leaning against their back for support in the progress. Who cares about personal space anyway— “I can’t see shit!” Why are tall people always getting in his way?

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{ oneirxi }

— { ❇ } Honestly, will he ever learn his lesson? Don't let yourself getting provoked again — that's what he told himself over and over until a certain line was crossed...again. And now he's here, kicked out of the bar, sulking and a dark shade of purplish-red dusted right upon his left cheekbone. Damn, it hurts but fuck it— he's not going to let someone insult him like that.