he’s out of breath from running, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned forward to catch his breath. he’ll briefly lift his head to look out towards the empty street, watching for the sight of car lights or, even worse---...police sirens. his attention is drawn back to nari, his eyes wide as adrenaline courses through his body. going to shows was always fun, especially whenever it wasn’t your own band. though, things can get a little out of hand at times. the mosh pit that todd had started in good fun ( and probably too many drinks. hey! he doesn’t get to go out as often as he’d like! ) had turned sour and cops were called. obviously, todd grabbed nari and snuck out of the venue as quickly as possible.
@sheblccms ‘ can we skip the vibe and go straight to us laughing about this ? ’
“fuck yeah, we can! that shit was hilarious!” though, they both knew that they both couldn’t be seen like that. the tabloids would have a field day! though, he’s sure some asshole probably snapped a picture of them running down the sidewalk. whatever. “we could have gotten arrested! shit!” and now here comes the laughing fit. a hand rests on his stomach, another raising to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. “jesus christ---...that was fun,”
