❝ burn » kms & wyf
Clinks of hollowing bottles filled the room as he shifted, dark liquid within sloshing around at the disturbance. Myungsoo grumbled incoherently, leaning into Kris with his fingers wrapped loosely around the neck of the glass, grip easing in gradual increments. The blaze of firewhiskey built a furnace in his throat, and his brain went numb from the sensation. How or why he ended up in the dungeons was now coated in a veil of insignificance, though he faintly recalled wishing to seek out this Slytherin. It was likely that he needed to unwind, and Kris always served as the practical remedy to his tensions."You've been ignoring me lately," Myungsoo broke the thin air between them, mumbling his baseless complaint. Really, he had no proof. All he knew was that he desired more attention than he was receiving — while it would be worth mentioning that his expectations are insurmountable.
The rambles persisted as he leaned back against the headboard. "It's not like you even missed me, either," he added, a pout not failing to show itself. His senseless words blocked themselves around them, dulling their surroundings to a new extremity. "I mean, I'm a fun person." A pause. "For a Ravenclaw." He had always anticipated to be placed in the Slytherin house, but fate had another plan for him. Myungsoo sulked. Even if the matter he had been spewing out prior had abandoned him — the only remains hanging in the form of droopy webs obstructing his blurry mind — he felt sad. Nothing unusual there, but he had come to drink and be merry and whatever. Peering up at Kris, his hand clutched at the fabric of the other's shirt, bunching it up and tugging slightly. He gave him an expression. Cheer me up.










