#rajarajendra

[fullallthewei]

@rajarajendra

Man Chong was alerted to the sound of his roommate stirring and looking at the mirror. But what surprised him was the fact that it was his friend, Narsus, who was there. 

“What are you doing here?” his groggy voice asked. “Are you drunk again?” 

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In truth Narsus isn’t even sure if the truth was what Rajendra made it out to be.

Narsus blinks one, then twice, and types back, nails sweaty against the screen of his phone. 

[Text]: What are you saying, Rajendra?

And the fact that he isn’t denying is probably because Narsus doesn’t quite remember, himself, of what happened ‘last night’. His fault for drinking too much, he supposes.

[thirdratepainter-blog]

@fullallthewei | @rajarajendra

[ 🎨 ] --- Narsus steps across floor of their hostel, leaving vague trails of water as he passes. Hair still drenched with water and half his body naked - the only thing that shielded himself from view was the plain white towel around his waist. Had been since after his last bath.

          He knocks on Man Chong’s door, once, then twice, before the door shifts ajar. So it wasn’t locked ( courtesy of Rajendra, no doubt ) but then the blond doesn’t have time for that, now. Without hesitance he pushes open the door into the room.

          “Man Chong? Can I borrow your clothes?” he says, a finger pressed onto the side of his temple in embarrassment as his mind wanders back to 5 minutes ago when he discovered that he had forgotten to wash his clothes for the last week.  And now his closet was empty, save for a pair of underwear. “-and please spare me the reason of why.”