#slyxng

[petherin-blog]

* ] GfC

@slyxng

(* there were a few things he wanted to do before he went home for break. most of his packing was done--not all, but a good amount considering how long he had put it off. one of those things was to come out on the pitch, a cancer stick on hand. it was an occasional guilty pleasure, something he liked to do in solitude. though it was soured now, with someone else, someone he didn’t particularly like at the moment, crowding the space ) sorry, didn’t know there was practice or something. i’ll leave. ( * gets up, preparing to leave )

[slynolan-blog1]

blot.

@slyxng

“there’s ink all over your shirt.”

it’s not even a wrinkle of his nose, but the slightest little upward twitch of the area with a disdainful look up and down his fellow slytherin’s outfit. he can’t believe his housemate would show up to class in such disarray. “what, were you raised in a barn or something? it’s disgusting. show some pride in yourself.”

nolan huffs as if exasperated with yixing’s appearance, as if it were a personal offense to himself. how could anyone miss the little blots of black discoloring the other’s uniform? had nolan been in such a situation, he’d have surely changed clothes. or have been smart enough to magic the stains away before anyone could see.

“how can you even leave your room like that?”

[hoonpuff-blog]

[ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] Okay, good luck without that antidote!

( text  → yixing ) fckin

jihoon’s brow is furrowed, his body sinking down until he’s crouching on the floor and his knees are pulled up to his chest. the mere thought of having to yell it leaves him hazy, swelling as he fumbles with his phone to find the record button. his shoulders pressing back against the wall as he speaks. “yixing wants to suck everyone’s penis,” spoken with a dull voice, slurred and fumbled at the edges. his head soon slumping forward onto his knees.

( text  → yixing ) [ audio file sent ]( text  → yixing ) f is tht right?

[hoonpuff-blog]

[ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] Yell "PENIS!" so I can find you.

( text  → yixing ) im not ding htat( text  → yixing ) do you wnt a bludger to the face?( text  → yixing ) use a fking spell you wizard

[hoonpuff-blog]

[ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] Pleasure doing business with you. [ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] Where are you now?

( text  → yixing ) betwn fuck( text  → yixing ) and u

it’s hard to tell where he is, he can’t remember the turns he took or how many stairs. one hand holding onto his phone and one holding onto a wall to keep it from slipping down to his feet. every step hazardous as he looks for some clue on where he is. he stumbles into the wall, fumbling with his phone.

( text  → yixing ) i dnt know( text  → yixing ) it a hall( text  → yixing ) jst hurry up befre a prof comes

[gryffxadara-blog]

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i just want you and your beautiful soul: not accepting! 

+ “you’re intelligent and i appreciated the fact that i could have meaningful conversations with you without feeling like i was confusing you or talking about something you didn’t understand.” 

+ “you have a nice face which really isn’t so bad to look at.” 

“three is pushing it a bit, don’t you think, yixing?” 

+ “i’ve seen the way you take care of krystal and honestly, watching you with her is like seeing an entirely different side of you. it’s refreshing but extremely odd.” 

[hoonpuff-blog]

[ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] Are you it was me who gave you the shrooms? [ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] Antidote in exchange for polishing my shoes for a week.

( text  → yixing ) fuck yu

he’s slumped up against the wall, blinking and urgently trying to type on his phone and keep standing up right when everything is wobbling and dripping around him. fucking yixing, and his fucking stupid-- the sight of the professor coming down the hall leave jihoon lowering his head, pretending to be completely in control. completely not high.

( text  → yixing / deleted ) tho you’d prb like htat

jihoon’s hastily hits backspace, wishing gravity wasn’t working against him.

( text  → yixing ) jst give me the damn antidot( text  → yixing ) ill shin  e yur damn shoes

[hoonpuff-blog]

[ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] Edward and I were studying it for Herbology. You said you wanted to eat something interesting. [ sms: Jihoon Lee -H ] ...That's an extra seventeen ( 17 ) sickles for an antidote.

( text  → yixing ) you’re a fcking ass( text  → yixing ) i dnt have sickles( text  → yixing ) im nt a fucking farmer( text  → yixing ) or deth( text  → yixing ) just give me the fking antidote( text  → yixing ) ill turn yu in if im caght