π:ππππ. ( camera hard cut. the establishing shot. bird's eye view. from corner. angled like a surveillance. and framed smally within it? sat the π£ππππππ, upon his couch, within the living room.
second hard cut of camera. seeped within direct front of him. face gently illuminated by the screen of his phone, he was currently delving his attentions to. some random πππ‘ππππ₯ show, playing on his tv within the background. he doesn't care, he's just bored. his roommate ivan has been away for the longest. and apparently, some company is supposed to be coming today? rumored to be that of the @victorsstone variety. or so that's what he says. he'll believe thΝaΝt when he sees it. for now, he's just.... simply entertaining himself. what the fuck is today again? it's monday? πππ, podrΓa haber sido cualquier otra cosa. how fucking dreadful. his eyes rolled at the thought. continuing to scroll through his phone. maybe he can numb his brain enough to forget it. )