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Why, because I pay part of the rent?
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*is ur friend*
Why, because I pay part of the rent?
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( sms: 내 나비 ) you looked cute today just thought i’d let u know that
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silence is an aimless time to kill ft. @mgseung
"are you gonna talk to me today?” akira props her elbows up on the table, nestles her chin on the back of her intertwined fingers as she looks at him with hopeful eyes. her anticipation shows in her expression, in the way her eyes twinkle as she waits for a response, but she knows better than to get her hopes up.
he’s an oddity, one she hasn’t quite decoded, but she finds his presence strangely relaxing. their interactions are scarce, words even more so, with her often relying on the small twitches at the corner of his lips to give her some indication of emotion. and while they’re never actual smiles, it’s a start.
she reaches out to grab his hand but refrains from making actual contact, quickly pulling back as if he were on fire and the heat were too much for her. she shakes her head in apology, a small sigh of remorse for almost crossing the line and invading the personal space she knows he treasures. and even though it’s not really her place, she wishes she could take him into her arms and cradle him earnestly, that she could tell him he didn't need to suffer in literal silence — but those are words and actions for another day.
“i’ll make you smile one day. just you wait. i already know you have a cute smile so it’s selfish of you to keep it to yourself.” she pouts in an attempt to be adorable, crosses her arms against her chest in hopes it’ll amplify her act. “you know, with how much i talk about your teeth you make me feel like a serial killer or a terrible pick up artist or something. like, 'hey baby, lemme see those molars.’ ugh. work with me here.”