#paxton 008.

[ziggykyeons]

closed for: @paxton-brady

where: paxton's, thursday, 8pm

After dillying until he couldn't justify dallying any further, Ziggy accepts whatever fate awaits him on the other side of Paxton's door and the conversation he's been steadily dreading the closer the day drew to it.

For someone who hated being at loggerheads with his friends, he found himself continually at odds with at least one of them at almost all times which was making it increasingly difficult to not acknowledge that he may haven been the problem as the common denominator.

He forgoes any whimsical rhythmic knocks so it didn't seem like he was approaching the situation lightly, instead he taps the middle knuckle of his index and middle finger against the door and takes a step back.

[leomlarson]

closed: @paxton-brady

location: the pantry

Leo was completely zoned out as he mindlessly traversed the aisles, randomly pulling down things he thought he might need. He had made a list on his phone, but he'd started to disregard it as early as three items in.

His headphones pumped something loud and unfamiliar into his ears as he turned a corner and saw someone struggling to get something down from the top shelf. Still only half-aware of his surroundings, he stepped up next to them to pull it down, with every intention to pull it down, give the person a polite smile, and go about his business again.

He was halfway through the second step when he realized who he'd just bumped into. The box still in hand, his jaw dropped for a second before it clicked shut and his teeth ground together. He muttered to himself, but probably louder than he intended given the volume of the music, "Ah, fuck me."