#morruge

[morphoric]

@morruge // continued from here

❛ wow, that’s so modest of you, rach.

        you should put that on a t-shirt. smart ass, great ass, annnnd... i don’t know, some third ass related thing. you could call it the rachel assber collection. get it? ❜

[lstrocket]

@morruge

“I love your outfit miss!” She beamed, “It’s so cute!”

[finalkeeper]

[ @morruge | #knystarfestival ] 

Well-- here he is, without his partner in crime. Familiarity seems to have taken a hike somewhere up into the mountains -- maybe to find itself, Minho doesn’t know. Everything in this loud streets? A stranger to him -- the cheer, the laughter, the voices; it’s carefreeness that he’d never encountered, and he feels like a fish out of water, a runner without running shoes --

It’s exhilarating.

The lights are bright in the summer night, and yet the warm atmosphere feels rather artificial. He lets it wash over him, taking the surroundings in stride; so many people from a different place than he was -- or was this all WICKED’s ploy? But there was no way they could even get these people in the first place, when most of the population was, to be very frank, dead.

Look at him, being all skeptical -- Thomas would have been prou-

wait - was that - 

A slender figure, a flash of blonde hair. He catches it through throngs of people, and Minho’s not sure if he saw properly -- but if Newt was here, then maybe-? 

His paranoia tells him to slow down, that this could be a Trial; but when had he ever listened to it? Minho wasn’t one to let opportunities slip away, and he grabs it while he can, pushing through people to catch up to her -- 

“Never thought I’d see you here--”

... oh. Maybe this was a Trial after all. Words initially spill out in English, and he considers changing to the language Koi used -- but... the person in front of him didn’t remotely look Asian at all, and so Minho makes an assumption, continuing in English. ( It’s still a bit weird, being mostly surrounded by people who looked sorta similar to him compared to the Glade. )

“... You’re not Sonya. Who’re you?”

[okusawatxt-blog]

     ❮ ♪ ❯ if her luck couldn’t get any worse for her when she finally noticed that there were no free seats available for her to sit & spend the day alone, the fact that the only spot open was with another stranger made her feel slightly iffy -- not that it was a bad thing to begin with. well, it’s not like there’s anything else that she could do now that she already bought her food & was carrying her food tray while surveying if anyone seemed like they wanted to leave but to no avail. then again, it wasn’t like she’s going to take a long time to eat -- it wouldn’t really pose a big problem. with light enough steps, she slowly approached the other, trying not to seem like she was too uncomfortable having to talk with someone she didn’t want to for as much as she could. ❛ would you mind i sit here ? the seats are full & well, none of them seem like they’re leaving soon. ‘  ❙ @morruge​  ♩ s c.