#knorrington

[jokressley]

txt | kenny 🙁

josiah: okay wait a second

josiah: when you said 'for future reference'...........

[jokressley]

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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

kenny 🙁 norrington

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

somebody else — the 1975

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[ josiah ] :  i’m sorry can we talk tomorrow?

[rushofaith]

CLOSED STARTER - KENNY [ @knorrington​ ]

Faith's goal was indeed to have a good time. High school balls were something little girls usually dreamed about. She had everything that was required. A good looking, nice date; a stunning, glittery and expensive dress; beautiful surroundings.  One thing that she had to admit was that she didn't really know that entering, let alone matching with someone just as popular had its perks. She couldn't help but enjoy the attention from everyone, something she usually didn't care as much about but today she felt like she deserved it. "I hope I did you well with my dress," she pointed out once both had their punch, purposely standing closer to him than she usually would as she gazed up at him. "I couldn't let you snatch all the attention.” Her shoulders only slowly moved to that one rarely good song on the playlist, keeping her gaze on the tall curly male. 

[rushofaith]

CLOSED STARTER - KENNY [ @knorrington​ ]

Faith was just ambling through the halls towards the exit after a long day of classes, ready to go home. However, as she spotted a familiar figure she couldn't help but stop in her step and approach them instead. "Kenny!" She announced her presence a little more vibrant and excited than the last time they had conversed. After rummaging around in her bag for a couple of seconds she retrieved his folder with a smile stamped on her features. "Sorry, it took a while. I was kind of busy the past week."

[annblccm]

@knorrington “kenny, listen, i’ve been practicing classical shit.”   sitting herself down on a cushioned piano bench, her fingers begin to play random notes on the keys in front of her, sounds echoing from the instrument that mr. lucci would likely kick the two out of the room for if he overheard.   “do i sound like martha argerich?”   it wasn’t a serious question as the sound is everything but peaceful, but the proud smile on her face says otherwise.  “i don’t want you to feel threatened, i promise i’m not coming for your spot.”

[annblccm]

outgoing ( ➵ )  kenneth!

IRENE: Sup, I'm Irene.

IRENE: Mr. Lucci gave me your number. He told me to get in contact with you for extra musical training. Is this Kenny?