#p:clyde

[kienaide]

@exposedemotions [Clyde] Supposedly, a drunk man should be nothing but annoying but the one in front of him turns out to be endearing instead with the way he giggles and what his mannerism- supposed to be annoying- Yuta simply soughed “You were saying dramatic things like the alcohol about explode in your stomach,” There were many things and he only named one. “Alright,” Yuta took the offer, sitting next to Clyde.  “Can I drink with you?”

[kienaide]

➤ -clyde (lmao idk what this is but take it)

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face. ; @exposedemotions​ {clyde} It was already bad enough that the two of them were nearing late for their hang-out. Hang-out being Yuta taking Clyde out to watch a musical show that he managed to win pairs of tickets from campus’s event. However, nothing is more worse than now, that the train couch the two of them decided to hop on was aligned with the rush-hour (read: fucking hours that salary men are finally getting out of their office). It totally gave off the vibe that they were nothing but a content of tinned sardine. He obviously couldn’t help but to sigh out loud and to see the discomfort face of Clyde made him even more uncomfortable. The person behind him? A salary man that is bulky for no apparent reason- surprisingly, a salary man that takes care of- “Oh shit-” he cursed out loud when the train came to a sudden halt, the inertia and the weight of the person him was enough to jolt Yuta forward with his fist forming as a reflex- thud! He felt his knuckles meet with a bony structure- “oh fuck.” he breathe the cursed under his breath when he realized Clyde was holding his cheek. “I know I have been wanting to punch you in the face but that one, just now- It was an accident- sorry.” He apologized while his fingers skimming through to asses the damage.

[kienaide]

🚪 -clyde

the persistent knocks on his door retracted yuta from his deep slumber into the real world. he groaned in at the way his muscles all tensed up because he fell asleep in unconvenient posture as he was reading his copy of Murakami on the couch. it didn’t take much help for yuta to know that he has a visitor in this late night when the bell rang shortly after the rapping knocks. “hold your horses, good man.” he bellowed in slight loud voice when he threw himself out of the couch, making his way towards the door. “i swear to god, you could have could if you wanna stop by” he muttered under his breath and he took no time to waste to open the door with his sleepy face imprinted with undefined lines that made his skin red.    he became mum momentarily when his eyes were telling him that it was clyde standing on his front door. this is all too weird, clyde, who never really sought his companion on lonely days (it is always yuta who came around towards the latter when he thought boring days will end up killing) standing in front of his rented apartment?. is the world ending or was it yuta hearing faint sobs coming from the other? this all too good to be a dream- “clyde… is this really you?” he asked briefly and he stepped out, shoeless to place his hand onto the latter’s shoulder. “I dont know what happened to you that made you an ugly mess but let’s talk about it, yeah?”

[kienaide]

★ -clyde :))

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them. { @exposedemotions​ // Clyde}Yuta had to blink his eyes couple of times, hands were itching to reach out as he was chewing down the food but something about the meat and the gravy- God, it’s actually very delicious; Is this dream? Oh, let me be in this dream forever- Yuta had the audacity to sigh in content but something snap him out of his small indulging moment: Something is off.“You know, for someone who barely shows affection to people and is mean to me sometimes, why did you cook Curry Udon for me- Ah!” A conclusion clicked in his mine.“You broke my Nintendo…did you?”

[kienaide]

✪ ^^

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.(Clyde)Today is shit, Yuta notes in his head. He practically flunked his Anatomy Lab test just because he couldn’t really pinpoint the relations of Corpus Callosum within the brain and his brain decided to abandon him when it comes to Circle of Willis’s blood supply.  With an empty stomach, Yuta hops on the elevator without giving anyone around his radius a shit- all on his mind that he wanted to sleep and get over his frustration.      He leans against the wall, eyes closing whilst laxing all the tension but all it becomes purely in vain when the elevator shakes and the lights phasing out to dim. He turns to his right, in hope that he is not the only one experiencing this- there is-“Clyde?” He calls out to the latter that he had known for a while now. “Do you think what I think it is?” No shit- the elevator is not moving- they have fair share of this by now. “Why is it that the elevator is stuck whenever I am with you?” Yuta cups his face in utter dismay but he knows well enough to lash out at the man. He heaves out a deep sigh, trying to rationalize his thoughts, “Do you have Uno cards with you? Let’s do something while waiitng for people to rescue us.”