╰ ♡ . closed starter for @rovlette .
𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶, the way he’s been standing in front of the locked door for the past fourty-five minutes, like an absolute moron. he awkwardly smiles at the neighbours passing by, doing his very best to pretend everything is just fine & he hasn’t . been blowing up his roommate’s phone like a madman. that fucking idiot, wes thinks, colossal moron. who even takes the one emergency key they’ve been hiding in the small potted plant ( long dead, mind you ) without informing their roommate ? & yes, possibly wes himself could have been more careful about the whereabout of bis own set of keys, but this was really over the top unlucky. he is a genuinely level-headed man, doesn’t get overexcited about most things, but when his phone lights up with a last, pathetic flash, signalling that his battery has run out, he is very close to punching a hole in the hardwood door. ridiculous, he thinks, fingers running through dark locks as he scans the now completely empty hallway, very much hoping an unsuspecting neighbour will take this very moment to return home. but alas, he has to be disappointed once again, so after a couple of minutes of helplessly shifting his weight from one leg to another, he decides it is time to take actions. he refuses to leave the building, who knows when his roommate will be back after all & he will not miss the opportunity to tell them to fuck off the second they appear. he softly curses under his breathe before deciding to knock on the door of the only neighbour he’s more or less acquainted with ( he does his best to ignore the fact that the only reason for this is that she’s took it upon herself to knock on his door with the most ridiculous excuses ). ‘ hey... you busy ? & would you happen to have a spare charger ? ’
