#lxmrt

[cleoptara-blog]

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Send me '☎' for my characters reaction to yours calling them at two in the morning.

A party, that's where she is and she dreaded every minute of it. It's not that she wasn't fond of parties. It's just that the music was too loud she felt like she was gonna go deaf and the fact that the place was too cramped didn't help either.

Retreating outside the said club, she almost exhaled like her life depended on it. She was about to walk home when her phone started ringing in her purse. Picking it up, she pressed the phone to her ears, walking down the street to hail a cab home. "Hey. Where are you? And.. why do I hear music?" The male from the other line commented and Cleo just heaved a sigh. "Just went out a club. I'm never returning to that place. Ever." 

[xtiffanyhwangx]

im so glad that my friendship is like house and wilson....sometimes he's house, sometimes i'm house... i love it

[sudante-blog]

lxmrt

Autumn feels more 'autumn-my' than usual, causing her to be relaxing somewhere rather than her classrooms, the hotel and her room for once. With a large board placed on her thighs as she get seated on the park bench, she straightened up a piece of paper, setting her translucent box filled with various pens and pencils carefully before placing her bag on the floor. Dark optics observed the city, people pacing around, minding their own business, as well as the structure of the place she was seeing -- how the buildings were nicely coordinated with one another to contribute to a beautiful scenery. 

Whistling to the music that played in her head, not from her earphones - no, she tapped the tip of the pencil various times on the paper before finally getting to start sketching the buildings, pretending she was Tom from 500 Days of Summer, when in reality, she was merely a stressed college student with work due in a month (not to mention the fact that she have not planned on touching those assignments at all). Heaving a sigh, she laid back on the backrest, only to click her tongue in annoyance, being snapped out of her trance when her pencil case knocked over. Turning her head to look at the stranger, she merely arched a brow before scratching the tip of her nose. "The seat's taken! And you knocked my pencil case over--"