so it’s the week before break and life is kicking me in the ass. i haven’t had much time to write. so to the seven (7) people reading this, here’s a little peek to tie you over. and a gif of our favorite bois.
“and that, y/n, is… you’re not listening, are you?” truthfully, you were listening, but the complicated language he was using made your head spin. especially since you were on your second glass of red wine.
“uhhmmm…” brian rolled his eyes with a smile, turning around to chide his bandmates for willingly putting themselves in danger of choking. deaky conceded and ate the brussel sprouts he had already wedged in his mouth, prompting roger to do a silly victory dance around the table. roger locked eyes with you, intense stare piercing through you once more. after a beat his eyes widened a little, face going just a tad slack. he looked like he just realized something. you looked away quickly, dread pooling in your gut.