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[TEXT]: Hey man are you free? I have the coolest idea ever.

[SMS: Mr. Bro dude] hell yeah I’m free dude, I’m American B)[SMS: Mr. Bro dude] But yeah what did ya have in mind??

Please don't stop the musiiiic~

Send me ‘Please Don’t Stop The Music’ and the mun will choose a line/part from a song on her playlist as a starter

Secrets by One RepublicAnd everyday I see the newsAll the problems that we could solveAnd when a situation risesJust write it into an albumSend it straight to goldBut I don’t really like my flow, no, so…

Things never seem to come out right. No matter how many times he rewrote the piece, the notes never flowed in the way he wanted them to. In passing, the melody might sound peaceful, or pretty by the way some of the notes seemed to trickle off the page, but at the same time that’s all they did. They just fell. One after another with little to no meaning at all…

Classical music, or just any instrumental music was the hardest to write, Roderich believed for there were no words. There were no lyrics to express the meaning of the song. He could only rely on the melody itself… the feeling… the rise and falls… the warm resonating hum of the strings. There was so much to convey, and yet no matter how many times he tried to explain, the notes fell short.

‘Verdammt…’ Roderich let his pencil slip from his fingers in resignation. He was done. Officially and completely, he was done. His mental complicity had reached its limits with his coffee high dropping fast, meaning it wouldn’t be long until he would need another cup… or maybe two.

With that in mind, Roderich gathered up all the bits and pieces of his composition so far, making sure not to leave a single scrap of paper behind. Usually he would go to the coffee shop he worked at, but he was desperate and the sooner he could get a steaming hot cup of coffee, the better. He entered into the first one he saw, and with music sheets tucked beneath his arm, glasses a bit askew from the briskness of his strides, and a hint of a shadow beneath his sleep deprived eyes, he meet the barista with a weary smile.

“Hallo, may I have one large coffee with two shots of espresso, and four sugars please?”

#hope this is alright #if not just let me know and I can change it #mrpancaker #answered

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#he's just like #ilysm #hug me close pls #mrpancaker

[TEXT] Hey princess, it's Matt ~(=^‥^)ノ

[TEXT]: matt!!!! ciao! :D omg that little face thingy is so cute! <3

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Reunion | Matt

If Oliver hadn’t had a reason to hurry through the corridors before, he did so now, mostly due to the recognition that flashed in his eyes when his gaze fluttered over the taller male. He remembered those eyes, he couldn’t not, they were so bright. But, with his voice latching to his throat, refusing to sound, Oliver found that he found it easier to turn tail, pretending that he couldn’t hear the call of the man, Matt, behind him.

It wasn’t that he wanted to ignore him, for the time being it was just more convenient; Oliver didn’t want to struggle, and didn’t want Matt to see him like this. Calm, he needed to calm, and in time he’d approach him, but like this? Voice stolen by anxiety and worry? He didn’t want to subject Matt to the embarrassment of the situation. But, Oliver’s resolve shattered, and he knew he’d have to stop. His voice wavered, as he tried to muster a smile up at Matt, “h-hello.”

#omg this is longer than I intended #0-0' is this alright?#mrpancaker

Pumpkin!

Aw come on man! Don’t be a sour puss, who doesn’t like trick or treating on Halloween? You guys do trick or treat in Canda right-? {Forgive him} Besides think of what the Ladies will say when they see our costumes.

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Roommates? || Roderich & Matthew

Roderich looked around for cars before crossing the street to the student commons. Their coffee was passable and they were thankfully open. This provided a nice meeting place for him and...Matthew was it? The heat felt swollen with moisture and a bead of sweat rolled down his neck as he pushed the handicap release button for the door. A rush of cool air greeted him and Roderich stepped inside.

There were a few families milling about, most likely on their way to buy textbooks. Roderich made a mental note to do the same and he looked around for Matthew. Among the families, there was a man sitting alone by the wall. This had to be him. His hair was a longer and he looked rather young; Roderich walked over and asked, “Matthew?”

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