➡Directions 【 GIN+JAMES 】
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"The fuck? This has got to be a joke." He scoffed irritably, lip curling as he folded his arms across his chest, unable to refrain from an overdramatic eyeroll. Giving the desk a swift kick with his leather boot, James rubbed at his temple. Sure, they were both from instrumental bands, but with each having their own particular, defined style already established, of course this’d be a recipe for disaster. And yeah, they’d spoken a bunch of times whilst smoking cigarettes outside the building, but it wasn’t as if Gin was his best buddy or anything. Far from it.
He scoffed loudly as he threw his eyes from the man in front of him. "The only joke here is you idea. What kind of fuckery is that shit? You've got to be shitting me, man." They had been cooped up in this room from sun rise to another sun rise and they still hadn't been able to even decide on the most basic things. This is impossible. He hand reaches out for a can of beer near him – one of the many scattered around the room – and groaned in vexation upon finding it empty without even a single drop left. He finally sighed as he threw his head back. "Look, we're getting nowhere here."
